the thing within

some cinderella midnight

it shrank before my eyes

grew formless form,

'til, shadowed, its return

outgrew their whispers.

exhabitants of wards,

their visions and their voices'

godless tumult,

divine the ordination of this sin.


embracing then the mirror,

examining for flaws

- no causal process -

discerns no evidence

for what's within.


it rises and it falls,

it thrives on fancy,

it gutters as a flame

then flares again.