The room was hollowed out like a jack-o'-lantern,
Down to single candle in a tower fading out
As the night's salivating tongue
Shaved the warm light from the brick face.
Cardboard boxes slid across the dirty wood,
Shushing themselves in guilt as they were shunned
To the closest to keep for the next three weeks.
Kids scared themselves when their mirrors grew them up,
Their past now in careless stacks, saying every side is up.