with the nerve to communicate.
and all the lightswitches
every step of the stairs
passing through doorways you can’t see
that you know are there
a perfect blackness full of familiar things
and all the lightswitches
every step of the stairs
passing through doorways you can’t see
that you know are there
a perfect blackness full of familiar things
frayed, fraught, fragile
gnashed, gnarled… gnome’d
frayed, fraught, fragile
gnashed, gnarled… gnome’d
a greenhouse full of barren earth
our teardrops in the arid dirt
who did this?
a greenhouse full of barren earth
our teardrops in the arid dirt
who did this?