Strangling my form.
I’m just a window pane, just a small blue tub of water that cools into ice in the freezer, becomes creepy cloudy. Bubbles in frozen, moving nowhere towards no. No. I’m a window pane, slightly insane. I’m listening. I swear I’m listening. I might be sipping or slipping or spinning. I might burp out a word or two about me and mine and moreover manipulation. Manipulate me. I’m getting suspicious looks from strangers. My crooked fingers are form stranglers. This couch is uncomfortable. - Richelle Gonzalez
