trigger me, baby
i'm your gun
watch me spill blood,
look for those
thin red ropes
round my wrists,
corsets incarnadine
to my elbows;
how many ways
do you want to die?
hold yourself
down
in the water, baby
i'm not quite human right now
i am the june moon
in that i am too big
and too full
and too bright;
i am hunger
i am lust
i am want want want you
back in my arms
let everyday be friday night
we'll turn off the lights
and fall together
like pieces of the world.
