Tilting Boxes

a young girls world begins, at 

the edge of her bed 

amongst angsty clouds she looks 

down, the universe is flat 

like a seal from darkness 

from the folds of nothingness 

rolling reverbs echoing her giggles 

rumbling roars reaching across space holdings 

while she greedily sucks and clutches the 

fat of the world 

blood stained hands, 

hardens silk to crimson copper clay 

the sea of wonder, confined by hard edges, swift and controlled currents 

others seep in 

massive object closing in from beyond 

circling, pacing 

for there are always gaps 

linty creatures seep from the folds, 

gradually accumulating mass and size 

patiently waiting for the moment they creep into the corner of her eye