Thin little lines pulling tightly, closing in
The floss that grazes the skin separating it
The sound of teeth separating the natural lines of food
Thin little lines dividing, conquering
Inserting themselves and spreading out, opening up
Paper cuts extending to the canyons
Still small from space, those thin little lines
Cut into faces – faces of planets, faces of friends
Thin little lines separating out and pulling back in.
