Eloise And The Bones

No bodies move,

their colours spill in gutters in my chest

We raise our chins to break the wind while winter

sleeps in cheeks

We are where the seasons meet

We are where the seasons meet

We curse this fog and send it off

in sparks that ride on evil thoughts

This fight is old and reeks of shredding skin,

the rugs worn thin from bodies rolling in

Rolling in

Rolling in

Rolling in

The plague swept through our neighbourhood

Something sinister, something good

And Eloise,

bring the breeze and shake these bones to life

Shake these bones