Artist's note: I was experimenting with Artist's Sketchpad, an Opera Widget, while making this. I must say, the colors are disappointing...

The moon glowed greener than the fuzzy forest of mold Reshaleh once discovered sprouting from the fleshy peaks of her grandfather’s false teeth. Her nightgown fluttered in the breeze, a breeze smelling slightly of boiled cow fat and crunchy pomegranate seeds, a stomach-warming, soul-nourishing, satisfying smell, that buried itself deeply beneath her senses.

Sometimes I follow you,

with broken wings drooping towards the floor and soundless footsteps reaffirming my invisibilty. I must remind myself that I do exist, though you might not notice me at first. When I step out of darkness, with yellow lamp light slipping down the smooth contours of my body, will you see me, finally? When I peel away these coarse garments will you be surprised to find that my skin is not an ashen gray, but rather a glossy opal that glows brighter than the milky pearls you strung around her neck, long ago?