It Has Me By The Throat And I Am The Fingerprint
In a dark room. A flickering light. Your fingerprints marry to your hands. You look out a window. Mind spinning on the floorboards. A fire place hotter than a 1000 watt light bulb warms you. For weeks you wait for the sun to appear and it does. It always does.
It Has Me By The Throat And I Am The Fingerprint
March 25, 2024