scratched and bit
crawl out of the faultline
this book is the mask on the bride
circle til the engine dies tail high
let it lay
burn our dead shin high
it's almost surgical
the way you shatter when you hit the water
drawn on the window steam
claws on sleep addiction
this conversation is the dust
on anything slow and green
burn our dead
this unwilling
is the way you shatter when you hit the water