This second moon stayed. Crater-ridden, back weary with crocodile scutes. The other planets only heard their echoes when they spoke to it. A hangnail in an eye sore, it stayed busy meaning nothing. A council gathered with two options. Kill it now, or later.
"We need a name for it, how else will we know it dead."
"Neverland."
The planets wrote it down.
"Neverland, your negativity of action and speech has presently murdered you."
The second moon's bumps and valleys only glinted, crocodile-still. They didn't come closer to know that those scutes feel more than a fingertip in the same act of touch.
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In honour of the asteroid 2024 PT5.
