Lips purse. Breathing life into a folded void, born from dead lips the euphoric serpent spits sinking in pearl islands In a vinyl valley of degradation. He cries She squeaks. Opposite the Infant school this Darkness dweller traps your child in binoculars, playing in clear circles. Pupils in pupils Dilated Fixated his hands move with time bomb clocks two hours till home time. Draws full of themed candy Spiderman and Sindy, Scratches on a hobby horse By collages of innocence Immortalized on Polaroid walls of silence. Next morning Class register ‘Sarah Hargreaves’ ‘SARAH HARGREAVES’ is crossed next to ticks.