Iridescent and clinging. Translucent opal skin draped gracefully, clutching, haughty, and orderly. White teeth and clean wrists.
A significant, ardent complex, reaching toward an uncouth utopia. Falling.
Always falling. Ever so short.
Painstaking, hateful, and clear. An sick imitation of sanity. Pull back the flesh and make ripe the fruit. A punch and cut in the dark. An unfeeling lightness and darkness.
Things cannot remain. Symmetry does not exist.