I wonder who it was? How they so quietly walked around my eyes…so I didn’t even notice the fasteners in their creepy little hands. And how did they sweet-talk my darling little words into their holding? Precious, naive sentences, only half formed in their infancy…barely able to tighten their tiny fingers around. But now they are all prematurely trapped, awaiting birth…to where I can love them…make them warm…discipline their shapes, so they can grow up to be beautiful on paper.