This tumbled leather seat crumples under my weight.
These corduroy pants then blend fabrications.
A delicate flicker from across the room
Casts a vague silhouette.
Wax trickling down the glass as I take in my last breath.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:29 PM UTC
I wish I could hide and be distant from the reality I am held within.
Locked away and never seen. Not a whisper nor a squeak.
Inside this tiny little box, Jewel encrusted and neat
Not to be opened or touched as it only contains sin.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC