Help me is stitched
Into the seat of the babies pram
It is already too late I think
Maybe I got the words wrong
Like the faces in the windows
And the bugs falling off the walls
A name echoes through my veins
My flesh crawls
I can’t find it
Pin it down
Scratch
Scratch
Scratch
It out
My fingertips are sticky
Like jam
She squeals
But not as tasty
How can emptiness weigh so much
A word echoes through my veins
Turns my blood to granite
Hammers my soul to rust
Let’s go out collecting
Her voice howls through me
To the place where I am sinking
My head hits the table
My hand slips the knot
It’s fun
Remember
Turning circles in the dust
I am tired Alice
Once there was a woman
Now there is a ghost
She holds my hand
And wipes my head
I know you are afraid
That’s why I am here silly
Your existence is a story
And I won’t leave until it’s done.
