We put bin bags at the windows and bells upon the doors
It blocks out moon and star
They will come back
That's right I say and stroke her hair
She really is a clever girl
My twist of clover in the night
Are we keeping dark in or out
A little of both
I feel her shake and hold her tight
Sway in time with the song
We drank shrank ourselves silly to blunt out light
There was a birthday party but it was like I wasn't there
Tea cake incendiary devices waiting to explode
You lost your shoes remember
The stairs hurt
The hall was empty
Daddy played with our friends
Real falls heavy
Heavier than the bandages cemented to my leg
We slip under
A quiet lethargy in our singular vacuum of space and time
The sound of us being human
The sound of us being alive
We are surrounded by scaffold
But our heads are still on squeals Alice
Clapping her hands in triumph
The bells fall heavy in the fog
Trying to reach our ears
It's ok
It's ok
I will turn your ribbons in the dark
We clutch them
Hold them to our heart
Like time
And love
Mixed up in blood
The powder comes back
Of course it does
No stopping it
Leaking in the windows
Clawing through the floor
We hunker bunker down
I chose the candy coated pink
High tea
Gobble swallow down
Slippety slip under
Full but empty inside.
