Autotonsorialist

Most often the house is empty
And is if I were about to touch another for the first time again,
My hands shake as I think
The buzz is light tickling the air like my hair tickles my spine
As it trickles down water flows
Would you help steady my hand
Help make my coastlines less jagged?
I think my name is safest in your mouth.
Our wrong blood is in your history.
How could you drown us out?
Our wrong blood gives in.
How could we give in?