My words can cut like daggers
My red yellow guts spilt like confetti
I was drinking party favors and
Knocked the glass half full over -
My hands tremble like the floor
as I walked up stairs back then
The weeds and the flowers bloomed together that summer -
The sun hot, cooking my skin
Like an egg on a stone
Like a fish out of water
Like a fist raised against the law -
That was the first time I knew -
We're all gonna die eventually