Bookish dork, without a face
Retreats to a world inside
Where the heavens unfastened
With the sound of a dozen notes.
He watched the eyeballs roll,
Running legs infinitesimally burn
As the sky fell down.
He shrugged at the mirror,
Willing to live with minor demons,
Romp with joy,
Watching the cheerleader,
Her little plastic face crumble,
As she loses everything.