You know you're manic feminine
when pitted candles start looking like back-lit embryos
you don't take baths to get clean
you couldn't if you tried
[Ivory dried]
you bathe to purge your hate
to sedate the pores that secrete womanly poison
you'd like to drown
"fall asleep" in a lulling bob
one last watery sob
but what stops you is womanly resolve
what stops you is unrequited love
of the world around you and the world above.
when pitted candles start looking like back-lit embryos
you don't take baths to get clean
you couldn't if you tried
[Ivory dried]
you bathe to purge your hate
to sedate the pores that secrete womanly poison
you'd like to drown
"fall asleep" in a lulling bob
one last watery sob
but what stops you is womanly resolve
what stops you is unrequited love
of the world around you and the world above.