Stuck between
Remember how we used to be
Liz Marie?
Heading out, adventure!
Let's get weird talking to people in trees
Let's
Wear headdresses and listen to modern folktronica
Mostly what I miss is the empty.
Pit of stomach, Walls of chest,
Death of hope,
It's been a while! Golly!
Inside out me was raw
But a different type of striking
A different type of beautiful
Like watching something small
Die brutally
Dinner theatre!
How do I keep but leave?