- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
All the time reaching no matter how dense the fog the bone that is shadow can find a way through.
You might call it a curtain, a partition, a way into another world, but the bone that is shadow is the hand.
The elongated fingers will touch your neck at some point in your lifetime but will you know it's me poking in, trying to scratch your sweet mind.
Will you hear shadowbone on skin, the roughness of another conscience, a break through of notions, male female, androgynous.