Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Toothpaste Marbles

Your features are so rigid and firm.
Like they were cut from the hardest of stone,
And slathered with the matted fur of wild beasts.
But your eyes, they're sunken in your face.
An inch too deep, and too small around.
Like the tiny eyes of a hyena, peering through a sculpted mask, playing at being human.

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