Pisces Joint ⇒ complete

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Each September day starves her of ecstatically.

Her eyes flutter open in the morning, knowing each day will pound her feet farther into the Earth until she becomes dirt.

Her veins tangling with roots.

Mushrooms growing out of her skin and tourists tripping over her bones.

For she only breathes because she is too afraid if she doesn't.

Too afraid of what may become of her when her breath halts and her blood sits.

When the judgmental sun falls, and the moon with all her secrets rises.

Trees shiver with each visit she makes to the field. She stares at the moons friend, the one that continues to blink with each pause she takes.

She pulls out her phone, figuring out what his formal name may be.

"HIP 8110. That's who you are."

He listens, glowing brighter with each word that falls from her pink lips.

The moment ends, and she begins to start scrolling through her phone, forgetting about the bodies above. Her gaunt body sits in the weeping grass. Folding her lips at the sight of posts of her classmates together.

"Oh, she's so lonely."