Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks. You whispered softly in my ear "the birth of morning's upon us, dear," the bandages
The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration
to keep you warm when you're alone. Shiver under blankets in the basement where our secrets sleep. You pour the liquor on the staircase, girl. Pass the flask
I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was just a child. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward
You plug me in and turn me on. Turn on me. I am your device of manufactured hope. You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood. I am your trophy
Somewhere between the frozen layers sleeps a fragile woman. Waiting for her husband to remove the shards of glass. The sun betrays the light that it
You are the teeth and the lungs. Biting back and breathing in. Cracked like a frozen moon. The heat lampseeps into the pores. This is your interrogation
The telephone swallowed the child. This is the last time I say your name. The crackle and hiss from the walls. You smile like a catholic in heat. Just
Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless
Your eyes being to stare at the polygraph machine as you become aware of the satellites that call her name. It's as if the ocean swallowed the city
