Skin burns during moth week
If I had dusty little wings
I’d rinse them in the creek
Dry off on a branch
Though I’d be vulnerable until dry
Id do it every single day
Too keep my dust from bugging your eye

Not quiet, Not the norm
Don’t know the type I’m to conform
I’d drink the poison
To keep my voice in
Youd love that oh you would
Just nod and please be good

But if I had no speech
My baby lizard of mine
How’d he ever reach
The knowledge of time

He’s never seen my aunts
Shoo me like a dog
Just keeps eating his plants
As I fill my lungs with fog
Try to turn off my rants
But Instead I fill my skull with smog

“More blueberries” he demands
Never noticing the scars on my hands
I just explain fruits, although I understand
I can’t answer directly, sorry you can.

He doesn’t hold that grudge
Doesn’t press my soul
Just licks a small smudge
And walks away from his bowl

While he basks in the bulb
I traverse to the cold
I bring him some berries
The ones I was told

Don't **** the pheasant
As the cruel core can
keeping dinner all to himself

A hunter, a man, a driven idea
Has not eaten what is in the pan
With no material, a harsh life itself

A fib is spoken aloud from his lips
"I would never shoot that bird"
This bird is my friend, a part of me

Yet her wings make a blur to tasty to look at
without him saying the word
"Shoot" he shouts as I die

I can only pray to grow hazy
I can only listen
As a Red fox vocalizes my pain
I cannot be sure if the morning dew will glisten

You can’t have your cake and eat it
Some things never break up like skulls
Why are animals less than a human isn’t
My small soul feels so dull

Walk home,
Trot home
No moonlight around the sky
Laces come loose
Balance you lose
lean on the rock wall to tie

Hold up the flashlight
Hold up your head
See there’s a snake leaning on your thumb
Shriek, scare the creature
Dads laugh, beware the creature
But now snakes make your heart thrum

I don’t quite know,
where my bones go,
Or how my arm is supposed to bend.
The cold creeks gush,
Stung my fresh cuts,
When we went swimming at world’s end.

Every time I remember something I nearly puke.
Maybe it’s just cause I haven’t eaten since two.
It’s two right now, yeah I mean twelve hours few.

I don’t actually remember, I just feel
emotion.  
The kind I get when I wanna sink in the ocean.
Though, I love my momma too much to make a commotion.