The meat became our moon and we guided it outside, we guided it up and into the sky...
Moths circled and fluttered about her like the burial shroud she was denied as her body was unceremoniously stuffed behind an old boiler. They whispered Our Moon and Mother into her ears as she floated away from the rotting bundle of rags that she had once been.
They shepherded her up and away from her body, towards the glowing neon hell of a city she lived in. They were all so excited to go there, so excited to bring her with them so that she could guide them in turn to another like her.
Moths have such little time in this wold, as they reminded her often, they needed to find another place to hide their children away just as their mother had done. So she searched with them, every dark basement and needle-strewn alley and filthy motel bathroom and found nothing.
Her moths, her children, needed her. So many had already dropped dead and left nothing behind but their fragile little bodies. In her frustration she lashed out at a lamppost, denting it so badly it nearly collapsed. She didn't know she could do that.
It opened up an entire realm of possibilities, a thousand more options and homes for her children. She didn't even have to wait too long before an old woman came stumbling out of a bar and collapsed beside a dumpster. All she needed to do was reach out and clench her fist. The old woman was too drunk to fight back. and succumbed in a matter of minutes.
It was perfect - nobody would look for her back here. Her grandchildren would be undisturbed and she might have a sister to help her carry on their new legacy. Just in case, she added a few more women to her sisterhood, making sure their bodies were as hidden as hers was... is...
In her mind she saw the sky filled with glowing mothers and the swarms of their descendants.
It was beautiful.
They shepherded her up and away from her body, towards the glowing neon hell of a city she lived in. They were all so excited to go there, so excited to bring her with them so that she could guide them in turn to another like her.
Moths have such little time in this wold, as they reminded her often, they needed to find another place to hide their children away just as their mother had done. So she searched with them, every dark basement and needle-strewn alley and filthy motel bathroom and found nothing.
Her moths, her children, needed her. So many had already dropped dead and left nothing behind but their fragile little bodies. In her frustration she lashed out at a lamppost, denting it so badly it nearly collapsed. She didn't know she could do that.
It opened up an entire realm of possibilities, a thousand more options and homes for her children. She didn't even have to wait too long before an old woman came stumbling out of a bar and collapsed beside a dumpster. All she needed to do was reach out and clench her fist. The old woman was too drunk to fight back. and succumbed in a matter of minutes.
It was perfect - nobody would look for her back here. Her grandchildren would be undisturbed and she might have a sister to help her carry on their new legacy. Just in case, she added a few more women to her sisterhood, making sure their bodies were as hidden as hers was... is...
In her mind she saw the sky filled with glowing mothers and the swarms of their descendants.
It was beautiful.
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