"If I should say less, would that leave you wanting more?"
"Is that what you learned against your parents' door?"
A child of white noise and mirrors painted over
We fucked up when we collared our old lives
It's hard to swallow all the bloodlust
A door forced open, like teeth to tile
A tempest
"Did you guess we'd tear one another to shreds?
Is that why you spend your time tearing up your skin instead?"
"You thought me gleaming, a flash behind your eyes.
I think it fair that I deny myself that pride."
I am playing out an old dream
A row of egrets; your father spoke of sympathy
A bird leans in close, it whispers something
Of scarcely tempered rage. I speak it back to you
You're silent
In the backseat, both our first and last times
I didn't mean to make our bed
But God, I feel cold as I lie in it