He stood, the self-satisfied smirk conspicuously absent from
his eyes.

He marveled at the demons made from angel's flesh, hunkering
dolls fashioned in the most minute internal detail.  He had
made them - he had helped make them - these bodies without
souls.

He had made dolls of God, fashioned in his own image.

He should have known, and He should have known, that creations
you treated to be of your flesh would always strive to be true.
A Pinocchio complex, the body finding a soul, the soul finding 
immortality.

He caressed his wife's cheek, the sleek metal making him
shiver in the darkness.  She smiled, a small smile, and cast him
a wayward glance.

He shivered, for entirely different reasons.  She knew - 
everything.  Her eyes were everywhere, staring, blinking, dying.
Her godliness was merciless, piercing him with questions he
could never be able to answer, lances made of undeniable love.

Children made for cruel gods.

***

He took the child from her yellow-enriched world.

She was a perfect black-and-white copy, a physical manifestation
of a two-dimensional facsimile.  She lacked color in her skin,
in her eyes, in her movement, in her being.

She was glass, as she was liquid, flowing to the point of sloth.
She was a silhouette, a ghost, a spectre.

"What is this?" she asked, pointing to his face.

"A tear," he said, leaving her.

***

He was human, after all.

He tossed off the sheet, leaving his lover sated on the mattress.
The darkness was silent, the silence was dark.  All he could see
of her was the rust-colored hair, screaming at the impregnability,
the corruptibility of his mind.

He needed her.  He needed her body, the warmth assured him better
than words or emotion or any such vague convention that he could
misinterpret in the twilight hours with a gun in his hand.  He was
frail, and used to mutual satisfaction.

The door opened, light blazing a widening trail along the floor.

He rose, took the small hand in his, and closed the door behind him.

***

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