Oh, such a laugh,
Indeed, I have.
It churns, it burns,
It chaffs my half

Of face I save
For happy days
When I’m away
From all these graves.

The other, its brother,
Its frozen gaze,
A murderous eye,
And lips so raised,

Curled, unfurled,
In silent rage,
Chases my laughter
Into the caves,

That were my eyes
Now vacant, lie
Where shadows paddle
Deep inside,

Above a grin
So pale and thin,
So wide. Too high,
Its stretching ends.

-Spider Phibes