spawned from a body confused in it’s shame told I would never live up to it’s name each bit of flesh on me under your blade now that I’ve given in I’m gonna
burn all these bones left over pieces of me left over piece of my pride tossed over night for the sea left overnight for the tide thought over my suicide surgical piece of my soul
how would I know that the skin could be tamed my mother told me the father was blamed found that the way was to tatter and maim now that I’ve given in I’m gonna
burn all these bones left over pieces of me left over piece of my pride tossed over night for the sea left overnight for the tide thought over my suicide surgical piece of my soul
Tea Cake: they call her moth ball silver like a sardine but grey in simple terms skin like a silkworm her body is a sin against god her clothes attempt suicide from telephone wire sultry mouth the dance of death hoovers like a question on her lips a helium balloon suspended between life and death like a motionless sunset her hair like a boat tossed by the waves by the light of the moon a walking skeleton with thigh high boots and sweet tea perfume it’s enough to make your heart sink and your eyes brilliant with tears