these words, these words are blankets
these words are blankets that keep us
that keep us warm, safe
we'd be silent,
we would, if we could
but we don't dare,
we shove the words down the mouths
of anyone who'd listen.
eat 'em up, real quick,
real quick,
words dangling
from the swords
that eat at our throats.
bless these words.
these words,
these words are melting,
melting fast.
silence is cold, hungry and grey.
tears make stains.
stains that don't wash.
washes drain
the pain in here.
here's to you,
you've set me free,
free and bold,
bold lines in black.
blackened nails
and hammered toes.
tiptoe closer,
that's my girl.
teeth aren't that important
to you, are they?
'coz i have none.
come closer,
that's my girl.
friends weep,
weeping helps.
helping hands
hold each other,
tight.
tight and hot
this rope cuts into dreams
of tangled colours.
that's my girl.
with fingers dipped
in secrets they tell
in rushes of light
in rainbows of paint
we'll paint.
scars are stars.
don't be afraid now,
come a little closer,
just a little closer now,
that's my girl.
there's a pile of old newspapers,
just use one of those.
i don't care how you dispose it.
just do it. NOW.
be quick about it. and don't you dare dawdle.
there shouldn't be a single crumb
of that colour in here, ever again.
You hear me? now get on with it.
that's right, wipe it all away.
clean. squeaky clean.
i won't stand for that nonsense.
no nonsense in here
not in here.
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