Letters?
They're squashed fossils,
preserved in
layered stone
Sentences?
They're subtitles to a video
uploading inside our minds
Paragraphs?
They're lined paths
we sprint across
unfolding adventure
Pages?
They're sheets of ice
with squiggly cracks
our eyes pierce through,
diving into open sea
Novels?
They're the thickest fans
that cool flames of
angry loneliness
Series?*
They're a family of pet magpies
pecking each other on their shelves
if not placed neatly
Books? They're really not. Everything's so popular makes me just want something of my own. It's like I like books but I don't read what everyone else usually reads. I don't follow the trend, so they should be called something else for me, if that makes any sense at all.
