a ghost without a body; a body without a glow. the sound the night makes as it grows darker & the air temperature changes. the sound your lips make when your air passes through them. it’s the sound of one million birds trapped inside these ribs & the sound of one million fleeting moments caught by my teeth. it’s the sound of heavy breathing & the moving of sheets. it’s the sound of nothing, mouthed words. i’m a ghost without a body. a body without a soul.
