When Degenerella slashed her wrist, lollies poured out instead of blood. She realised that, like a piñata, she was nothing but a shell full of hard candies. That was when she bashed her head hard into the mirror.

The psychic sat rigid, a cold astrologial dentist, pulling her stars like teeth.

she was sorting the skulls of dolls.

In her bedroom the litigious light accused every object it touched, growing brightest in the mirror where it sued for breach of copyright.

out of dusk i felt our stone lands falling me apart

to a true vegetarian, sardine cans are only coffins made of tin.

sardine sarcophagi.

mummifying brine.

in the mirror she saw her face despairing at its own uneven features

like something cheaply machine-embroidered.

it was only when they were away in the next room when he realised that he had never before noticed the identical twins' identical voices.

arbor me, harbour me/ exempt me from the night
you were my aurora borealis /
come and be my fading neon light