They’re rehaunting them
The wonderlands they once roamed
Where they killed their Queens

They’re rehaunting them
The wonderlands they once roamed
Where they killed their Queens

Evidence, surely
To believe the dawn’s story
We’re aglow again

Not a paper heart
Visited me, but also,
Not a ghost of lies



I am the sing-song
Embedded in your lost heart
I am your soul-song


This, the covenant
That arrived on the lightning
Of yesternight’s storm

You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
A shame on my skin,
You. Fragrant and permanent.
I pray you away.
