take me down to the river bathe my body in that brown water caress me as i writhe and shiver i promise you hell cannot be hotter so bury me deep in that southern wet
because last night i found her lying in a pile of white sheets on the floor the sunset kissed her ribcage but it wasn’t heaving anymore her hand still gripped a ripped page a receipt from the drugstore
i thought i’d get to be happy this time i thought good guys had it made but i’ve only been inching toward the razor’s edge and finally i’ve been shaved and mama i am not happy i’m starved out and paper thin i’m alone and sad and scared and crazed i’m a ghost in my own skin
so drag me to that ******* river down to that soft and ******* sand hang me high from that big shade giver the way we always planned the one that held us as we sat for hours on warm afternoons hoist me up and cinch it tight above the honeysuckle as it blooms let me swing and meet my lover send my *** to that restful night lie back and watch me swoon
here's a quick one, after not being able to write for awhile. i didn't fiddle with it too much, trying to open the floodgates again.