[Subfallen]

[Edit - my twelve-year-old brother wrote this. B, B, or V?]

that time, again
when the world gets
too round and spins out a dotted line

three blinks long and then stare
three blinks long and then stare

the point is here
there you are---
pull sounds in your mouth
but feathers don't really

rustle in the wind like they're torn wings
rustle in the wind like they're torn wings

castling my truths in big walls
walls of i'm sorry and
not so much
well at least i'm alone

let's drown this dog in the baptismal foaming
let's drown this dog in the baptismal foaming

these eyes
mask worlds when they close
i'll pin them open with swords
we'll be spinning home then

i rend souls like shiva
i rend souls like shiva