As a fool who knows too much
I surrender my secrets
through a slit
in my stomach soul
bearing blood wet gifts stifled
with memory, the remnants of me

You said you wanted to know everything
and my voice is no longer my own

It's bitter and taste cold like mint leaves
I gathered desperately, struggling
for something, anything to tug me away
from the unlit orchard
the face behind the face of the revolving party
spinning light years away

Dress smeared with sweat and dirt
pinned to the ground like a helpless thing
his suit rustling, smile stained black,
a hungry thing.