the scrolls stare back like a shopfront window
where the mannequins wear my metaphors,
price tags swinging from their wrists.
You didn't shake their wrists,
but I saw it nonetheless—
tags fluttering away like pale,
misunderstood butterflies.
.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:14 PM UTC
the scrolls stare back like a shopfront window
where the mannequins wear my metaphors,
price tags swinging from their wrists.
You didn't shake their wrists,
but I saw it nonetheless—
tags fluttering away like pale,
misunderstood butterflies.
.
