The Price of Freedom

the light falters. worn by too many shadows.

seldom rabbits in the tall grass. tremble under the watchful gaze of paralyzed wovles.

ghosts in the doorway dig their fingers into our thoughts. selling resurrection from the bottom of their boots. 

the light falters. divided by too many windows.

ambivalent corpses stiffen in the soft refraction. swimming through the jagged edges of the glass. the petulant inhabitants of abandoned skins. 

the light falters. cut by the sharp corners where it tends to stray. 

our voices linger at the threshold. timid orphans with severed tongues. 

slender threads knotted in all the wrong places. are all that conenct us.