cracked lips

I saw my childhood ballet teacher again
What a blast from the past, she said
I was walking
Down the aisle
I saw you smile
Feeling content for a little while
Come apart
And recoil
Twirling and burning into the burrows
The holes in yourself
That they don't try to fill
Anymore, at least
Yeah, I still have cracked lips
They split and bleed
When I smile you don't wanna look at me
The hexagon light of reflective bones
The relentless fight of a cliff slips and I fall
Come apart
And recoil
Twirling and burning into the burrows
The holes in yourself
That they don't try to fill
I strain my eyes
They get in through the fly wire
Buzzing
And fucking
And eating
And shitting
All at once
And the sediment washed over me
An irrelevant ceremony
And the sediment washed over me
An irrelevant ceremony
And the sediment washed over me
An irrelevant ceremony
And the sediment washed over me
An irrelevant ceremony