TricksterMixed media on paper. 16x12" Trickster The bones rattle. That's all they do. Armour clinks off them. Swords scrape against them. It's a continual cacophony of sounds. I miss the silence. It wasn't always this way. Flesh used to hang off this frame. Blood coursed beneath that same flesh. The heart beat it's drum until it was silenced. The innocence. We would play in the pumpkin fields, hide and seek, tag, and other more unsavoury games too. We would