Father seek me in the morning. My arms are sore from all the turning. I'm leaving black spots in the kitchen. A restless mind becomes the victim. A stomachache is now your always. Your legs outstretched become the hallways. I walk your thighs up to your neck. I talk your name, you know the rest. My mind is blank, save for this nest. And I'm not freezing in my tracks, your body haunts me here and back, and now my name is not the one I crave.
Now I'm grieving over everything. I breathe in your relief, exchange it for some belief in the legs I trace. My body gets erased in the mess of our name. You know the rest. My mind is blank, save for this nest. And I'm not freezing in my tracks, your body haunts me here and back, and now my name is not the one I crave.
And we're on the cusp of our age. I make endless words with my rage. You'll kill me and make me your name. I'll kill you and make you my name.