Hollow, seeking out loneliness
like a fish seeking water
in the ocean that is your eyes
those dead, finned creatures
floating along your irises,
I can feel you reaching for
something to touch
like smoke to my match, that
sad & hungry spider gnawing
at your mouth
frightened & working to
become free.
But what if I caught you
in my glass jar, my forgotten
Promise?
And housed you on the shelf
beside my porcelain skeleton,
my twitching fingertips,
my spellbound mouth?