Ashes instead of dust
Another empty bottle
Put them in the fucking recycling
Older bones
Wilder mouths
Family discussions
Mom's in bed
Her spawn strewn across the states
Young man with an old soul in the mountains
Rock hard wall in front of her
Make up in her bathroom counter
She rests in another house tonight
Fresh fruit and plants
My sponsor said the cicadas could be god
Let's have another cigarette
Good evening, all
No room to park
Good fuckin' night
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
