You wanted a painting to feel to the brim: cracks sandpapered shut, holding perfect pebble drops that smacked and stretched to form you.
Especially loved these lines:
“What you wanted,
was to be the glass, full,
and clear, and not the parched
throat, stretched towards it.”
Thanks, James!
Especially loved these lines:
“What you wanted,
was to be the glass, full,
and clear, and not the parched
throat, stretched towards it.”
Thanks, James!