Little sky flies
ash falls through this glory world
perverted snow and acid swirls
stuck to my skin and on a whim
i’ll taste it
tongue to the sky like I’ve ever prayed to God
irony and it’s leaden rod
because I wont find an answer
from this man-thing made of fog
maker of beasts, of trees
deformities
kids killing kittens in the street
cars kissing bodies slammed
toxic fumes on barren land
the one that blessed, the one that damned
with that face I don’t remember
of dirty darkness and another man
him and his strong and forceful hands
more strength than I will ever have
he is every boy that loved me
then every boy that raped me
all the women in between
the blood left on my sheets
the smoke of those who raised me
and the glass inside my feet
he’s a newborn baby’s croon
and emptiness from poison in the womb
he’s the scars and f***s that make me
blind young love that’s made too soon
gritty dust in crying eyes
hidden scars on shaking thighs
and in ashes I can taste him
all his glory unrefined
smothering from heaven high
herding my soul
with his little sky flies