Makes Sense

A body swinging from a tree looks like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.

A scream muffled by the feathers of a pillow sounds like music trapped inside the lungs of an orphan.

The salt on someone else’s girlfriend’s neck tastes like dead tulips.

Stale brandy on a father’s breath smells like secrets.

Messiah fingertips feel like dust and stone and yesterday.

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