Chelsea Brown
HUMAN NATURE You melted in the dead of night under that cool, dim, sun, laying helpless in its wake. In your eyes, it was perfection. You chased it in circles, tracing its shape; impeccably round filled in, leaving no space for the sky. And you still called to it, even as it left you every day, slipping back under. I could feel it too, but I couldn’t face it; the terror of the night entombed in darkness. Moonlight would never be enough. I stayed cocooned indoors, using my dull teeth to tear into what I made with my softfleshed hands, 30