sleepless nights
my exile runs on it's not a fight
feet first hook last

fingers melt
when i try to put them close
to the flame
along the lines where I cut
into the ribs
slip in between

and it's easy if you do it right
it slides instead of scrapes
isn't there a way to play heartache
and we make it sound so good

you've been skipping
sinking into flight
with feet in the mud
and I was there too
tossing glitter into the air
little mirrors to tell you
this is not who we are

praying memory
wipe the spit off your jaw
get up

hit me again