• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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Reel Ink

There is an image I carry in mind
like luggage, from place to place, a
constant mirror of who I would like
to be. Sometimes it flickers on a screen,
other times it is a memory I carry
of how my thoughts have changed
someone. In the morning, my bones
stretch and ossify to try and fit the new
form but the image is always removed.