Fri
Jul
4
Shut up and stumble
Back from the brink
Those words left you crumbled
And slipping you sink
Acting a version
More crass than your own
And losing the love
Of the seeds you have sown
Winter comes fiercly
To crack all your greens
And chap your cracked lips
And slice all your seams
Insides are outside
You’re staying indoors
And beds are for dreamers
Face graces the floor
Down where the dirt and the lower lives live
Heaving and hurting
You’ve nothing to give
Wishing for stable
Your heart is a weight
And waiting is dying
And dying is fate.
