“You look quite level”

Her dyed red hair was slicked back

And black eyeliner hid the feeling in her eyes



The man's white beard covered his mouth

Kept his words under a white blanket

Like snow covering over a crevice

Ready to fall through



She repeats most sentences

But adds the word "totally"

Adding dramatic effect by providing a level

Of fullness - totality.



Her laugh fills the room - totally.

But in no way with warmth

It’s sharpness is rude to me.



Those around ignore its shrillness

As if scared to admit their own

Inclination for negativity - to scorn a laugh.