GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 134

MAKEOVER Night squeezes itself out through lightless tunnels, Pure white, blanching the eyes and teeth to smile, in vacuum funnels, Exfoliating moments the mind imagined was gargantuan, Patting itself smoothening undulations projecting itself even, A stage where all souls play like heroes in spotlights of game, Till a curtain falls to shut light out obliterating a name, 134