AOID
Julia Steiner
Oh I couldn't quite narrate my passing fright
Over losing the fight to write
And I listened with hyper-conscious care
So as to once more earn the right to go there
But something held me down
To the mattress that I stood on
Moving on to a land of broken tongues
Where everyone is empty, but also lives to fill each other
And knowing that I belong there
The time has come to go to Tixis
