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Aly C.

Black & White

Eye to eye with a skeleton of ivory teeth;

Decayed, detached, destructed.

In a soundproof box of concrete,
You are trapped. Trapped with your sound,

With your fingers,

With your voice,

With your insidious partner.

A twenty-five minute stare down with a faceless monster:

Barred teeth, flat growl, tempting challenge,
It calls every move you make

Until

A pure C^# mars the battle’s end.

The fatal fault that leaves the withering frame of notes humming, laughing…
Helping reality to

Seep physical manifestations of your words

Under the crack in the chamber door,

Breaking the out of tune isolation.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]