fill my belly with your whisepering some barely on the

thread



orange sound water sworn and cotton fire cold light

swallowing



your song





pasture moonlight newborn legs

let the constellations drop crack



your scorn water your

grave only when you're half erased forget



your lines

bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace





cold

light sifting through lift the shade and let the night

in





carry your bed on wingbone legs let the

constellations drop water



your scorn and crack your grave

sharpening the edges of your



face lost a day a bed of nails

lost your lines only when you're 



wrecked only when

you're half erased the loneliness aside it's

alright