She spoke but not even words could break the silence
Drowned in familiarity and unfamiliarity
And in my head, his stares translate to violence
In a trance of epileptic anxiety
Cold night dawn we walk, she yawns
Dragging dust behind my toes
And as he wakes, he stabs the sun
Sets fire to my aching bones
I'd wrap my eyes around his throat
But her razor like tongue loosens my grip
And so the boy who stabbed the sun
Would live to wade in the self pity he won't admit
