Kay, then the fallen branches

sea shells
blood on the sea shells and faom on the lips laughters of the sea birds waves kill them all roll over salt stings our faces roll over tender hands on your back and I propose our lives to be this fucking mess and I propose our lives to be spoiled and lost your breathe so quietly peacefully yours the sea swallowed sun and the seaweeds little dreams sea shells cover your eyes and the cries of the sand stories nightmares and knifes arrows pierce your eyes I am the sea bride and I choke on silver and gold hands open full of sea berries is it this kind of poison ? now dont move, dont say a word the silence of the seaside is a silence of death and the devils spittle

He cannot go He cannot go Outside Outside He cant face roots when they boil Coil up in hair Barks and fleshes I talk like old men Whose eyelids bleed I used to be one little clever thing

Then I said: no way to be safe No way cause its our fault poppy seeds in palms something helpless and dark It has never been so midnight So lets build his smiles Paper stuck on mouths So lets stay inside Where knots are tight cause were happy now so happy inside nobody believes that but owls do cry begging their night sun which is actually a plum