who i’ve sworn to be. a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. i’ve spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise...
a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep. but time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly; with the devil’s patience, it binds my hands so quietly that soon it becomes a part of me.
so soften these edges and straighten out my tie. and help me remember the hope that i have compromised.