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Frances The Mute[In Thirteen Seconds]It’s been thirteen seconds Since you all last said I’ve become the apparition You predicted for my death You said that flirting brings you Closer to the end You can bathe into the water But you’ll never get the hint And like a stain of bricks goes Dancing by your head Plucked from an icebox Grafted on my skin [repeat] My coat has hid the marks Mink hits the shovel fix Near the sway of pendulums Boar abrasions and a kiss She said, "I’ll never let them hurt you I’ll never let them in What you took from me is mine And what is mine I’ll never give" [Nineteen Sank, While Six Could Swim] Mascara glass in the molar weeds Her ash, a serpent infancy His eye patch pussed a gap of sand Into his shiny sedative More and more the dirt collects You’ll never find her body now In a closet festered in a secret air Blonde underneath a blackened hair He never knew the colony Gestated in his bed Mingle with the carnivores, you’ve something both in common now Until one day his wasted breath, Swollen throat and karma debt Set foot inside a parlor, to find her drunken by receipts He held her by the ankle Gutted at the nave, yes gutted and depraved He tied a rope around her legs And let her hang for seven days [Five Would Grow And One Was Dead] This never happened, but I saw you leave And crawl into a bed of broken windows [repeated] |