Wild Moccasins
Skin Collision Past
hollowed eggs are hatching on brother's head blushing cheeks showered with floating shells the hand that i catch is a brighter red the hand that i raise how it turns me pale swollen tears swallowed by a pavement sea authority figures look for me the mess that i made how it makes me dwell the hand that i caught wasn't all that well my first and hopefully last skin collision past falling to the occasion a means to my evasion occasion to fall authority figures call swallowed by a pavement sea is a brighter red
From Letras Mania