I'll still breathe.
And I relax and watch you die.
I dig in quicksand up to your knees.
You tore out from your mother a fistful of skelet keys.
And add one, add two, you'll get there.
Add it to the list of things that are required.
Strengthen out the one that you are.
Faces underwater of porcelain and ghost.
Strengthen out the one that you are.
Oh,
what a surprise.
War brings casualties,
but not this close to bare white bones.
It's far too close to hope for comfort.
And this isn't very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
very comfortable.
How foreign do you have to be for this to be OK?
Strengthen out the one that you are.
What color do you have to be?
Silly question.
Strengthen out the one that you are.
Your dead mother's filler in transparent flax on turkey chins.
We must have looked all the way,
but we must have leveled in.
This is my grievance with the grievance.
Synthetic sympathetic, so fake when you speak.
I just
can't see your yellow skin and darkness fills your eyes.
And that infection sets in.