There are flecks of dust shaking free from my softest tissues
A subtle aloofness that tastes like a mouthful of dandruff
I can see a fox walking down the streets of wrinkles laughing around my eyes
Where are the threads now that they have fallen from my head?
There are flecks of dust shaking free from my heart strings
A subtle melody that plays like a fistful of broken chalk
I can see a man walking up the streets of stretch marks grieving around my hips
Where are the words now that they have fallen from my ears?
I want to run away but your hands are so loud
Drums scream at my feet to move but your lies are so soft
I can barely hear the snow falling inside of my fingernails
My whine is deafening
My faith is inaudible
My body is screaming
There are flecks of dust shaking free from my hippocampus
A subtle manipulation that tastes like a generation of guilt
I can see a doctor walking across the streets of purple scars sighing around my w r i s t s
Where are the memories now that they have fallen from my eyes?
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