pencil_case raze hands without a face to frame them pilot an earthbound plane. the moon is tattooed with a sideways smile. inside this battered box bound by scotch tape, she's written my name. a worm begs for help. three anthropomorphic teeth stand smirking from a sapphire sticker. two hold a tube of toothpaste above their heads. the third clutches a red brush with white bristles. there are twenty-six permanent markers below deck. some of these still write. buried beneath them is the scuffed shroud of some spectral pen, lost like every memory embedded in a brittle basin i once called mine. 250324 what's it to you? who go blather from