Houyi I Stole Your Wife

One night, the moon came down to give me a kiss.

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Her arms were light, surprisingly warm,
and they wrapped around my shoulders
as she bent close to my ear.
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I sunk into her, reaching deep into her chest,
feeling for a heart, gasping as my hands
felt nothing but cold air, air that rushed
through my open fingers and stirred the
down on my cheeks.
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She smiled sadly, her eyes round and wide,
bright and hollow, as she pushed her own
hands against my chest and felt it flutter,
gently, like little owlet wings against her palm.