there is comfort in language in the finite boundaries of a definition
if I could only articulate the outline of a concept of a feeling
I could extract it
put it in a jar place it on display
a menagerie of ghosts bred in captivity meatless skinless
they spill through the bars and back into my veins
tell me your name tell me your name
taxidermy jesus · Mon Oct 04, 2021 @ 12:04pm · 0 Comments |