I know
a room
holding a soul
hostage inside it.
among other bones,
it indexes my ribs, there,
on the other side of the drywall.
I, bound
by knotted knowing wires,
writhe along its dividing line:
dissecting the silence
that forever ticks
our timedlines
as such.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
I know
a room
holding a soul
hostage inside it.
among other bones,
it indexes my ribs, there,
on the other side of the drywall.
I, bound
by knotted knowing wires,
writhe along its dividing line:
dissecting the silence
that forever ticks
our timedlines
as such.
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