When I Look Into My Mother's Eyes I See The Eating Things Inside Of Me

My hands etched words into the water

Thoughts of drowning bodies,  thoughts of  mother

And her eyes look just like mine

Yes I’ve begun to see just like her eyes do

And I was throwing rocks across the lake

That sank heavy underneath the rain

I know that there’s a home under-

neath it all

I know that there’s a home just have to

Find it, is all

And if I am anything like my mother

Voices pooling in my thoughts and I pour out their words

I am bound for beneath the water

These chafed and filled up lungs can be my brothers

I am a better box than most

Where you can leave your little broken ghosts

And they will have the best of company

And they will join in every breath I breathe

I see things I lose across the trees

The faces disappear and the voices leave

And there’s not a thing about it I can prove

If they were there at all, if anything is true

And I am etching words into the water

And I am everything like my mother

Yes I hear every little thing and

I can hear the bodies beneath

This blood in me

Runs deep  with beasts,

The darkest words,  and the things I’m afraid to be

Do you hear them speak

This skin means nothing to me

I bend, I break, I bubble, I breathe

I bend, I break, I bubble, I breathe