Worms in the glottal stops.
The thought of a baby-
Stealer of cells, stealer of beauty-
She would rather be dead than fat,
Dead and perfect like Nefertit,
Hearing the fierce mask magnify
The silver limbo of each eye
Where the child can never swim,
Where there is only him and him.
I can’t remember which of these quotes is the correct one from Peter Pan. I know that it’s not both. I’m pretty sure that this is the right one.
Though I think it would have beem nicer if this had been the one he used.