There’s a breach in the hull. There’s nothing left to keep this soul in place. I gloss the streets lusterless, without vigor. Even her lips lack serifs. Her eyes aren’t enough to light the stone hearth within me. I spread my fingers in whole steps but only hear half toes that scratch at my ear lobes. I reach up hopeful for a drop of blood, but I’m not so fortunate. I’m not so grateful. I should be in a grate, full of crushed glass and refuse and homeless men’s bottom papers.
At Sea
At Sea
At Sea
There’s a breach in the hull. There’s nothing left to keep this soul in place. I gloss the streets lusterless, without vigor. Even her lips lack serifs. Her eyes aren’t enough to light the stone hearth within me. I spread my fingers in whole steps but only hear half toes that scratch at my ear lobes. I reach up hopeful for a drop of blood, but I’m not so fortunate. I’m not so grateful. I should be in a grate, full of crushed glass and refuse and homeless men’s bottom papers.