Moving at the speed of a hairline fracture
Racing through the marrow of your arm
Sixteen beat per measure decrescendo of your breath
Catching and tearing on the back of your throat like scrap metal
Rebuilding composure from rusted corrugated tin
Sweeping away broken sobs with metal edges.

Crystals cutting through the black
Yielding some strange emigrant
Migration from eyes to pillow case
Teeth that grind like ice to efface these memory stains
Two parts oxygen, one part burning paper back yields
Fears of closets and bathtubs, locks on kitchen drawers

So speak clearly to the pedigrees
Follow every thought down through the dark
Hurtling like a boxcar derailed
Clutch these thorns tightly like last shreds of comfort

This won’t be all right
This won’t be all right
This won’t be all right
This won’t be all right
This won’t be all right

So sick of moonless lights
And the cavity in your chest
Yawning like some foreign jaws
Begging for nothing
Some vicious empty circle

And so we run away.
And so we run away.
And so we run away.
And so we run away.
And so we run away.
And so we run away.