a peaceful kind of rage pt. 2the night was coated with the haze of the day, a long walk down from the place where she lay, and we showered the casket with bits of old things, set them down gently by her delicate wings.a peaceful kind of rage pt. 2
that soft sweet voice, recorded to tape, set notes off like rockets, who longed to escape. when the spools wore away, i was left all alone, and the grief turned my tired fist to broken bone.
i picked up a knife, left the key in the door, guarding things that i wouldn’t need anymore. i could feel it by scent, but my footsteps were slight, for in silence and darkness, all mo
Metamorphosis
