white gleaming bars
August 20th, 2003 byEver capture something wild and keep it caged?
To try to observe it and watch it fade?
To poke it gently then hard and let it jade?
To keep it captured, because you/it wouldn’t know how else it could be.
A body fighting its soul, an innocent breath captured by cunning lungs.
All for the ghost in a ribcage.
August 21st, 2003 at 3:10 am