static noise on repeat
25 angry, drowsy bees as it is getting cold
tension in a bowstring drawn a little weakly
a mostly unopened bottle of 8-year old sirup
a rock you brought home from the beach
the collective consciousness of a colony of flour moths
a cake baked with the webbed home
a sun-bleached book behind glass
staring up into the sky, slowly getting warn down by the waves, becoming less and less like glass.