This piece feels precise and unsettling in a deliberate way, almost like language itself has been disciplined into ritual. The fragmentation creates a sense of confinement, as if each line is both prayer and indictment. The imagery around devotion and control leaves a lingering discomfort that seems intentional.
This piece feels precise and unsettling in a deliberate way, almost like language itself has been disciplined into ritual. The fragmentation creates a sense of confinement, as if each line is both prayer and indictment. The imagery around devotion and control leaves a lingering discomfort that seems intentional.
It's very striking. That shift" not.yours; never.mine", is where it breaks open for me. Wow, six syllables doing the work of a paragraph!