the children rawI had a dream a plane made out of rib cages and earrings bombed our house.flying over large and loud with silent noise, like whales.Our one house seemed to be a whole townI was the only one who survivedeveryone was dead, except me. out of thesmoking chaos and shifting rubblemy father's old bible was the only thing leftthe bible he said was so old it was signed by jesusha. ha.i carried that bible away from the remains of our housebut it burned my handsdemons followed me with hungry mouths like i was carrying a sack of meatthe devil rolled a die, i was being used to settle one of his betsgod himself pointed down from the skyand laughed.a bloody jesus hung on the cross, eyes closedalready dead.then i began to drownagain
Pti want to be so lightand freethat i can dancebetween raindropsinadownpour
empires foundedshe wished she had her drums to play for them so they could understand how she felt inside
fizz-ing diagnosisand in the morningi will press down on your scarto make it hurtto wake you up
they dontknowwhat they startedjust to hold you like i held you, pressed like a rose between my fingers pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones i keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater.and you went to keep me underwaterto keep me underwater.these scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.we'll raise our fists like lightning to rods to god andif he strikes us down,then he strikes us down.but first, let him hear us speak:we are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways,"we will never be the same again."i can feel you healing and i hate it(like a harpist without hands you only bang the stringsyou used to love to touch so much)so stuckstill achingpleadingand seething.all i can do now is laugh at your disgust.
jAWSsometimes i feel him right behind me, im afraid this will go on foreverafraid god is awakeafraid of the darkafraid of the whispering voicesafraid of themafraid they'll make me think about itaandohh his silent corruption and destruction, the silence that split my ears[[i have fears]
Mousekeeper's PianoThe Wind howled and screeched, it swirled around her and chilled her to the bone. She stuck her frozen hands under her arms and made her way across the forest floor. The Wind swept up her hair and sent it stinging and whipping about her face. Mousekeeper braved against it and continued on. The trees bellowed and swayed and twirled menacingly, the Wind blowing and diving through them. Their branches waved around violently, coming threateningly close to Mousekeeper, then pulling back quickly. She hurried on until she came to the Piano. She quickly sat down, wiped some leaves off of the keys and then began to play. The Piano knew what song would appease the wind. The melody began. Mousekeeper closed her eyes, she knew this one well. The Wind immediately softened. The trees slowed their dance and the air lost it's biting chill. The Wind gently swirled around the Mousekeeper and her Piano, it kissed her face. "Don't open your eyes," it whispered to her.
detailsOn a starry night, a girl with long hair and sneakers stood outside of a brightly lit gas station. She closed her eyes and started moving her feet. She shook her head from side to side and danced in place. She stretched up her arms and spread her fingers. She tossed her head and moved her feet to music only she could hear and to a pace only she could feel, her hair whipped around her face. She stretched up her hands and pulled down the night sky like a curtain.
hideawayit started out as a conversation with our mouthsfilled with nothing but frustration and endless doubtsbut when the instruments began to playmy heart began to have a sayand when you sang your songmy heart began to sing alongand when we did kissour eyes felt uselessso we closed them.