sardonic smiles plagued their ghastly faces. a scar etched into her wrist. young women seen through blind eyes,
merely a blur of white. her fragile bones crawling up the walls.
they screech and beg her return through a banshee's cry. gnarled hands stretch and tear her leathery skin til there is nothing left
besides the muscle and bone underneath, hiding behind the flesh diseased with lies.
she resorts to keening over her ruined disguise, yelling, stitch it back, stitch it back.
but by then, the veiled white women are already gone.
a r i a covers her dried, dull bones with the blanket of lies and falls asleep, dreaming of a demented, a s t h m a t i c clown that has misplaced all his colors.
