incest

where finality is our death send you up on twin silver dragons bound to my wrists spun with footprints found in clay riding a wound flush drool from our lips the things i find i give to you salt falls from yr toes & becomes our rations cannot hold you up in disbelief where i thought i could save you the branch breaks blessed on our back give blood leave tears smoked in the tub bound to the night...

hit the breaks!