All Souls Fly
Buds and vines from a
Flowers growing upon the train wreck.
I buried the goldfish in the garden.
I buried your nails into my neck.
I tumbled down onto earth
Making sure to dirty the skirts
Let the lace and ribbons crease and rip
Fill your lungs with fumes and abandon ship.
Pretty dirt. Pretty sky.
And metallic fire passes me by.
All Souls Fly. All Souls Fly.