Milan
Thomas Giles Rogers
This drab interior invites a shallow breath
Hold it in
A grievance unto one
Evaporate, fill the lungs
Your majesty
Inferior
Your majesty
Inferior
Pulled apart with every stitch
Unraveling
Unravel me
The last chance to separate their hidden pain
Tucked away with misery, the crowning king
Those who speak, please stop to hear their dragging feet
Our roots gnaw back under, divulge our own exposure
Too close to our own heartbeat, the curtain will surround me
Your majesty
Inferior
Your majesty
Inferior