I have a palm full of blood and another facing forward I am a prophet in this flood dissecting devils for the cure we stripped our sheets down to the skin put our pillows in the ditches lost all of our feathers in the wind and held each other for the heat
but august was never far behind we shoveled in what was left
follow faster past the gate I'll give the wolves my scent I'm better off here in this wasteland I'm better off without my weight I need these nails for kneeling tell me you understand bent by the rail & screaming darling, hide what's in your hands
all this will fall onto the ground ruins for the reptiles litter for the holy ghost mysteries for the dogs to make their own
we skipped our ceremonies brass belts for discipline and funeral rites that we knew to write before the shame engulfed us: oceans wailing fighting off the motions saving lonely nickels for our suffering bones & breath like hurricanes on islands sinking drowning out the foliage we hid behind in a better time time is all I've got & it's so hard to gain I think I'm losing my restrain before I never trembled in your presence presents for our anniversary take this curse from me make it hurt her, please put your curse on me take these words from me anniversary