thespiritbox.mp3

i live in a glass house. i don’t throw stones. or maybe i do. i live in a glass house. i do not dare change clothes, or touch myself, or speak my secrets, lest the act of living become pornography. or maybe i do. i live in a glass house. it has no doors to… — read more

mannequins. hundreds of millions of mannequins. they circle, in unison but separated, on a time-lost, holographic carousel in repeat. they appear in the orbit, reappear, disappear, with no time or space for mourning, as there is no mourning without true death. i watch them, dizzily, seated on my own horse. i do not know if… — read more