Here is Stephanie's entry:
Your mouths gape skyward, as if gasping
for some ethereal breath of life, faces
trapped. You are bound for eternity
by the artist's fingers picking away at
your sticky marble scales like God. He peels
searching for your core. Half
a breath of life, and half passed over,
forsaken by the great, the warmth
of his passion kisses like a ghost,
as fat cherubs shine in their polished vanity -
gilt with his love.
We will suffer the same fate.