I find myself watching loveless marriages and bedridden wives.

Of the yellow wallpaper crawling on the ceiling, hundreds of faces.

my skin turned to bark. I escape an arrow and the man who wielded it

I long to hold a hand guarded by a cotton sleeve. Where fingers direct my footsteps.

.

Let us see how deep this rabbit hole goes

As our bodies cave in to each other

In hopes of searching for

Missing pieces.