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?