I found this amongst old papers. I wrote it last spring.
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all a lying
and still you’re crying
sleeping to dream of nothing at all
and demons with eyes a yellow and bright
will come not with sleep but with sun’s morning light
Dancing in circles in empty chilled air
tangling and dangling about in your hair
you’ll throw angry fistfulls of dirt in their eyes
and swiftly they’ll shift and take a new guise
No escaping, young girl, no escaping the grasp
of fate’s melting hands all a burning your breast
Drum beats and thumb wars and stomping; just stare
as crooked young fingers untangle your hair
you’re trapped in the bars you welded at birth
and molded and melded as you circeld the earth
Bang on the bars, girl. Knuckles all bruised.
Bang on the bars, girl.
You love him.
Don’t lose .
