I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie. One child is in fits, the other child dies. Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger. The yellow bird a specter lost to linger.
(One time I saw her flip into a cab driver. Cut out her cancer with a rusty butter knife). . Bleed, bleed, bleed it out. . Yeah, a rat on the scraps. The jaws to the fossil.
I'd like to say for the record that I like how you walk. And how all the other girls shut their mouths when you talk. Your body's so black and your mind is too.