captured raze with my eyes: a rat ripping a dandelion from the dirt and carrying it home with something like joy in their unhurried gait. a black_cat with emeralds for eyes nestled deep in the marrow of a footpath formed decades before she was born, waiting for night to kiss the nape of her neck. the jawbone of a japanese maple jostled by wind. rain rending blades of grass too new to know what dying is. by the strong arms of a steel cage: nine mice of varying vintages, their fear defeated by curiosity and the promise of peanut butter. some scale the walls of their provisional prison, biting at the bars in an effort to free themselves. others are resigned to their fate and don't seem so sad to be evicted. with your hands: what pulses in the place blood pools between the five lobes of my lungs, and all the words that are woven there. 260424 what's it to you? who go blather from