as we fall into sequence / we’re eating our young / remain silent and still for modesty
when the splints have been broken they can’t help you now.
i wonder… do you pray with your eyes closed naturally?
follow me into nowhere / woven with the utmost care
if i’m lost please don’t find me
if i jump let me sink
we descended from no one
when it’s cold outside hold me / don’t hold me
when i choose to rest my eyes coax me / don’t coax me
have they cleansed you with chloride?
scrubbed behind the knees?
has your body been hollowed by the breeze?
keep me pretty on the outside...
megan fox can't decide between her two minds.
oil on canvas.