hanging from snowflakes by their neckties
like the ebb of blood flourescing in their lungs
the twilight jaded by auras dawning on ink
the pale light wandering from your character.

acrylic, like ivy consuming white board
their eyes followed the amaranthine night
corroding into caustic grace cascading
inarticulate voice echoing through these halls

scintillating white and black
the gray scales burst forth titillation
tangible sentience

mirror
our
existence

terminal.