the easier wood gives slight to midnight faces, sometimes developing leather-like wrinkles and pretending to walk upright, the easier creeks bend. Spaghetti straps tend to replicate method of pretending as they fall or give. Habitats suckle on huge nipples from outside the woodland home, gaped open for the mammals and insects to resurrect their aging soils. Tied knee deep within was a small girl. Her bike, fresh out of training lay nearby, her hair had been burnt off by a blow torch. Her scabbing scalp left bleeding, sensitive to the touch, to the slap of stained wet clothing wrapped around proper seating, smells of velvet whisping in front of her electric nose and sweat, throat perched on a thin log burning out at one end. The foil folds amongst the paper trail held often good foods, but none she could reach. The closest to her were traces of goiter and dung covered in the skin and hair of previous delicates. Milk splashed her numerous parts and laughter dangled its single testicled lies above her nearly impotent face. She asked for forgiveness this time, she asked for cake and ice cream as well and then all the happy forest animals came to play and enjoy in the cake and ice cream…and jupiter jump and the show was over.