I feel the rhythm of the moon in the base of my skull. Can you feel it too? It’s slender fingers slipped into the top of my neck, and pulled me out through it. I was above me, looking down at a familiar stranger. I stare into the face of the man, and although I recognize myself there, I feel as if those eyes are lying. I want those eyes to leave. I want the comfort of steel to shift the skin from the bone, so I don’t have to bother with meat. I want to be better. I w