Moonsong Glacier tuvaurat ⥳

he came, this tupilak who wore the face of her son.

who wore his father's face.

he looked so much like the blackfox that kukutux felt her breath taken burning in her throat. he was the night's darkness and the green eye, the strongness of those who walked mountains.

ostrega

and her mind ached to think the names she had forbidden herself.

toteega.

lynx.

am i mother?

is he son?

daughter, beneath the bones over your heart.

touch this place.

it is where you know.

a flash of cats'-teeth, the sound of cracking sea ice in springthaw.

the memory of the long dark, of sedna's throat, of a birth passage.

all one.

all anaa.

"the one who is moon-hunter is dead."

her voice hung in the cold air.

"his name is dead."

the summer moon above the glacial ice.

"bleed. show to my eyes that while he is dead, you are not."

breath; catching; arms, pining to hold him.