I was laughing at a video
It felt as if a tiny flame was melting a hole
Through the cups of my ear
My torso pulsed with acidic warmth
The blood kept dripping in my ear
I lift my hand and put a finger to wipe it out
My hands were a chilly misty feeling as in spring
The top of my head wavered and hills formed over themselves
My eyes were deserts dusty and gray
My front teeth rattle with short ice
A close friend said he would never sing gain
And when he embraced this lie it was beautiful