Cassandra Gemini: Faminepulse

You cant bend your crooked arms
or fold your punctured proof
the air is growing cold
and there’s nothing you can do
Soon there’ll be no gauze
inside the confessional
only rows of crows
defrocking every breath
And one day you’ll remember
behind the melting cones
I said one day you’ll remember
behind the melting cones
you’ve already had a family
in the burial of your home
Not forevermore
And I peel back all of my skin
peel it back let it all run