Other

I don't know precisely which day

Coloured me Other

Per chance it may have been a slow bleed

So I cut out whichever shape I need

I don't sue for rescue

I'm as free as I have ever been

Don't want another rock

To hang about my neck

You see bejewelled

I see bedecked

In dead stars

And nothing

Touching me

Nothing touching me

I am glad for open windows

I call for birds that do not come

You beacon dead eyed welcome

Bones bleach off the city

And when I’m done, I’m done, I’m done

Keep eternal for your worry

I don’t want to look upon another word

This heart so lightly thrown

I say "disarm"

I hear "disown"

It sounds familiar

And nothing

Touching me

Nothing touching me

I don’t want another rock

To hang about my neck

You see bejewelled

I see bedecked

In dead stars

I don’t want to look upon another word

This deal so lightly spent

And what says "here"

Means "came and went"

It sounds familiar

Nothing’s touching me

Nothing’s touching me