We’re paper dolls, all joined together in white skin. Our bones are out of 80g uncoated cream, and our flesh comes from 250g velvet. Some of us have a 300g illustration paper with coated ends. Ιn the hollow of our spine, the piles of endless papers stitched together. Our eyes are nothing but sketched pupils, inked in black, and we cannot articulate any sounds from our lips with those wretched teeth that cover the smile. When we fight, we feast on each other. There’s a great massacre. Red ink runs over and dissects our bodies.

Arnold Blake holds a MA in Creative Writing. He is a tutor in online writing classes. He writes flash fiction, haiku poetry and novellas in flash.