Bleed
Rosie Cuckston
Look at the stars, look at the birds
Look at the stars and all that glass
I was doing the goosewalk around the garden
My webbed feet stamping the grass
The gander stretched his neck out at me, hissing
And I was frightened, I ran to my mother
But I'm not as frightened as him
As I am of the man who hisses at me on the street
Stretching his neck out from his nicotine stained overcoat
With spit as thick as semen
Wash and mend, wash and mend
Wash my life away
Bleed, don't bleed, breed, don't breed
Circle my life away
