Feeding Fingers
Vestigial Life
Waiting on a frozen beach forFootsteps from the seaFrom a child with a case of sharp and sterileThingsAnd we talk and talk about how much My Family MissesMeAs something opens up my BodyMy body I feel herRemove Some thingsThat I don't NeedHer siblings using rakes and bags andShovelsAnd soaking wetCollecting cork and sawdust to stuff mySelfLetras de cancionesStitch me up and send me out To a place whereI believeThat someone Will forever want myBodyMy bodyTo floatAnd never sinkNever sinkNever sinkNever sinkNever Sink
From Letras Mania