a living thing, tied

jasmine bundled.

a living thing, tied.

yet i tied the books, shredded cloth to rags, bled a little. arranged it all my way,the name will be the title, length an object. all else is waxed and tied as usual, making it unusual. when i explained, she asked why will you do that? because of the chained libaries, burning books, the secrets you hide.

the light was different yesterday.