my throat makes

atm.itm

corridors into cloth

carries shimmering light

i have forgotten

how fabric can be light as light

stitches from hands

i have not met

rest lightly on my shoulder

it is the words

hard to say that stick to my mind

it is your words

that do not know how to die

make me sing out

wretched and loud

i strain them against the current

currently shaking into sea

salty and rocky

my throat

feels the bulge

of the apple cork

stuck inside

i hope you’ll still hear me

my throat makes sounds

i am not your enemy

i believe it to be true

this belief does not make it so

my eyes capture what you left behind

footsteps transmuting light

we walked

never the same are you

never the same am i

i hope we never meet again

the same

More from atm.itm ↓

• @atm.itm on Instagram
• @atmitm on Substack
• They are co-founder of studio somnus: a creative project agency

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