mirrored souls cannot tell lies

a bronchitic act w/laundry accompaniment

Shame I didn't record the best part: me hacking up a lung after
I hit #. This song came from my introspective desire to release
the irreplaceable.

It's really kinda painful to listen to my scratchy voice - a conversely sharp intent.

blue harvest

knot

there are parts of me he'll never know
my wild horses and my riverbeds
and in my throat
voices he'll never hear

he pulls at me
like a cherry tree
and I can still sway, but I won't bloom around him
pretend I'm crazy
pretend I've bled
he's too scared to hit me now
he'll blow kisses instead

and sing, we're here on our island
somewhere to play along
somewhere to share it
somewhere to go

where the dogwoods shimmer in the October sun
oh, sweet thing, he whispers to me
you're my little one

can he see through my soul
when he says don't dare tell your sister
that I spat in your face
'cuz you don't want to die here
in those dreams where your feet won't move
when you wanna cum but your body won't let you
he steals it from me

where it shines
like sweat
like jewels
like fruit gone ripe too soon
he fucks with the beauty
a kiss, a kick
a kick, a kiss
he's tying my hands again

I need an island
somewhere to sink a stone
somewhere to bury it
somewhere to go