i have no face. i’m standing holding my breasts the way he likes me to w/ them pushed together to get a hint of cleavage. the chain he bought me hangs heavy round my neck and inside my body is the shape he wants me to be inside is a mystery the path outside unravels as it trails left from the opening round to a clearing like a maze w/ no beginning or curvaceous end the moon is a crescent its face to the dark side trying to work out a logic to the puzzle. i can sense the moon’s shape in entirety becuz of the light coming out my body.