quite a few sir, she says, and lays down her weapons. i guess it’s been a long
time since i’ve felt like home in my own frame. the air becomes nails
and i offer up my hands. say, i am not here to fix but build upon though
that is to say it can never be undone. see, i too have scrapped my bones
with sheet metal and mirror in the hopes that you can see yourself in me;
say you can fill the nascent gaps and together we can hold off the sky. and i
never had any weapons to begin with, so i hope my walls will be enough.
we'll see, she says, and stops up the blood.