Dark rolls the silence

through the ever-bearing dusk.

In shadow I push away the

words, cloaking myself in a

robe of still, stagnant

peace. The black choking

heat presses me, kills me

comfortingly. I laugh.

They see me, smiling sweetly

and ignore my eyes

clouded in ice while acid

burns a hole inside me,

forming my skin into a solid shell:

They turn away, facing

others who shout

their fire, cooling and softening

their violent wrath.

But expression fades until

the mirror splinters in

a shower of crimson

and my smile erupts into a

spray of blood, pouring laughter onto

their upturned faces.