your words are
a pinned moth
in my head
on display for
me to look
back on them
language that was
once alive and
pumping but now
is sitting in
the boundaries of
a wooden frame
your words are
a pinned moth
in my head
on display for
me to look
back on them
language that was
once alive and
pumping but now
is sitting in
the boundaries of
a wooden frame