24 May 2022 The waxing and waning of the moon each month hammers me physically and mentally. I grow fangs, coarse hair prickles and itches between my shoulder blades as it sprouts and grows. The moon and earth play tug-of-war with my body. Tears squeeze from my eyes for half-known, illogical reasons. My spiritual and physical discomforts feel immediate and all too real.
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24 May 2022 The waxing and waning of the moon each month hammers me physically and mentally. I grow fangs, coarse hair prickles and itches between my shoulder blades as it sprouts and grows. The moon and earth play tug-of-war with my body. Tears squeeze from my eyes for half-known, illogical reasons. My spiritual and physical discomforts feel immediate and all too real.