Dec 2016
When the sun hits
She pillages tools from the toolbox
Only herself to fix
When the moon sits
Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest
Matters not where she is
Some nights
She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths
Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes
Some nights*
The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war
Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour
She pillages tools from the toolbox
Only herself to fix
When the moon sits
Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest
Matters not where she is
Some nights
She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths
Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes
Some nights*
The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war
Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour
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