lines-- they shriek and gimick these
mimics, blank corneas set against
slanted eyes.

the world of characters,
tiny, prepubescent, etched
shadow in mocking fingers

stinks of unyielding white,
light that has shook our books
off the shelves, off our shoulders
to the

c-Lack! pebbles spewing and
clanging against a shiny lock--

dissonance of demise
biting in disguise