Feeding Fingers
A Bag of Broken Hands
Today I found an animal's mouthIn a bag of broken handsWhile the house around meBurned to the groundAnd you sat alone in a birdbathWrappedIn a thousand bandagesThat shattered into a pile of waterThat never made a soundAnd I still believeThis color on my skinIs trying toFollow meAnd lay eggs inside my eyesThen you told me a storyAbout your favorite petAnd how you let him starveStarve to deathIn an empty metal building somewhereFar away from hereAnd I saw you touch yourselfWhile telling me this
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