PEEL MY RIBS BACK (D A D F# B E)
Peel my ribs back. Flowers opening.
The moon’s smile in the back of my mind.
Leave me where you found me.
On an empty beach.
In the sand sits a lunchbox full of mouldy fruit.
But I miss that beach. And the mouldy fruit, too.
If I wasn’t so cold I would come with you.
Looking at myself.
In the reflections of car windows.
On an empty street.
To remind me of who I am.
Only darkness. Only black t-shirts.
Peel my skin back. It doesn’t hurt.
And the ocean still glows blue.
If I wasn’t stuck here I would come with you.
If I wasn’t so cold I would come with you.
Maybe I don’t really want to.
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