Not An Alternative

I remembered watching my shadow running after a star (me dressed in my skin) that he promised me a full moon when dogs howl at her he told me to lie down on the red flowers and to let him put her the moon in my hair and make love until morning big alien bugs came down from this moon and bit me up until bloody and this blood inundated the land after transformed into dust my blood a nice matrix for an alternative he wanted me sometimes & sometimes killed me with forgetfulness I am not an alternative and take your moon back from my hair! It is not fashion.