In Salon six, on Christmas Eve,
the old man in red entered and waved
his stick with traditional menace, yet
no small degree of trepidation: these godforsaken
children made screams audible
from the view of mountains and snow outside.
And Rosa stuffed her mouth so full of boiled sweets
her lips would not close. It looked like the
inside of her was made of stained glass, just waiting
for the light within to shine through.