[ WP ] There is a monster in your house that can only attack you once you acknowledge that it exists . You know this and try to write off the various ways it tries to get your attention .

Sissssssssss. 
 
 Steam *wasn't* pouring from my eyelids. Damn the sound. Damn her eyes. There's no one as long as there's no one. I have a date and sleep has fishbellied my face. I want him to notice that no one is with me. 
 
 Steam was n't pouring from my eyelids, so it was very important I sponged on my eyeshadow with an unhygienic dab of spit on a Q-tip. This required hastiness becomes routine when you're dodging. 
 
 Liner next. 
 
 There *wasn't* the bones and the bones and the bones and the bones condensed into a wrapping paper all over the tube. Nothing behind the mirror and the same behind myself, save a towel rack. Too loose, might break off the wall. Terrible sounds from that one. I remember `` No Wet Towels On The Towel Rack'' and I'll never forget it until the day I do. 
 
 Mascara. Steady hands are required I drew the knife to my lids. We all miss spots. We've missed spots since we started. The chamber was loaded. And my lashes were n't extended but enhanced. I'm beautiful. I eat the competition. 
 
 To the mirror I cry out like I've cried out so many times and the light flickers and the bones and the bones and the bones and the bones. It's still me. 
 
 Where do they go at night? Enough BANG BANG BANG and the night dreams die but the day dreams thrive. 
 
 I've considered moving. I'm considering it now. I will take my date with me. It requires a name. Indicating this is slaughter. Imitating slaughter in the mirror, not fun. There's nothing more noble than sex with a purpose. The eyes are important. But the rest of my face. I said the word. It's always faces. And the bones and the bones and the bones and the bones. I offer an apology for mentioning what I should n't. Not keeping in my place and indirectly but cruelly abandoning my date. 
 
 Now it's out. 
 
 I like to play the flute. My lips are good. Very good. 
 
 The staff has five, 
 It has five lines, 
 E G B D F are the letters they left, 
 
 Between those lines, 
 there lies a space, 
 reading my mind to spell the word: 
 **FACE** 
 
 I covered it without conviction. 
 I am a fake disguise. 
 Let's hear the saliva flow, shout it from the Tower. 
 
 `` Face, the object of my sensual desires, the manic way I stare into the cracks produced by time and the bones and the bones and the bones and the bones.'' 
 
 I seize on the carpet for fifteen hours, and for fifteen more- 
 
 I will be devoured. 
 
 And the bones and the bones and the bones and the bones. 

