Appearing in front of me like an angel there you are
You’re always there, in my head, in my humid dreams
Your room was so clean but the carpet was dirty, you never bothered to clean the carpet, I was there bleeding on the carpet but you love to slip quietly out the door
In my dreams you’re always killing me or grinding me down smooth
You didn’t want to touch me with your clean hands, but you stuck your soul deep into me for what? To pull it out fast? To pull it out hard? To slip quietly out the door in the dark?
Are you hungry like me?
I couldn’t get into you but you reached into me and I settled into the ridges of your fingerprints so who wins here?
I made you red. I made you reeeedddddddd but you didn’t want to touch me with your clean hands
Clean red hands
My hands were on your dirty carpet
They stitched me back up but oh, the scabs are too rough, every year I cry until you come lick me back open again
This year I’ll be out here waiting in your crew-cut glo-green chemi-care yard sticky with the bugs all over me
All over me
All over
My eyes wide open and blue as my skin in your humid dreams
Such beauty
This is beautiful