it thunders like a river but its cold just like a stream

[taste_of_lead]

'she will sleep here
in between the cracks
just a flower with a broken back
…waiting for dirty water…
did you sleep alright…?
she’s giving beat stares from being beat all day
indian eyes in the american way

…hail mary’s and ale…..
a hailed mary that ails...'

ive got the same complaints and a head full of names
numbers and lies, full face smiles,
meeting times and crimes.
fuck your drugs and stained, powdered lips
i'll bring out your worst and you'll eat my fist.