esoterics.

oh we're no longer spinning
miss amnesia, I define you as butterflies
now define me
we can't swallow these words
our throats are slit as smiles
I've scattered memories so far even I can't find them
and you've had your chance
my cuticles can't handle this ride
I refuse to be strapped in
electronics, ephedrine, esoterics
whispers all day every day
it's all in the subliminal until we shout it from city streets
or sometimes in bedrooms
late at night
in quiet words and hushed tones
with tears