Tie that noose around your neck of pure starlight, darling;
Call it hope all you want but we see it for the rope it is -
You’ll choke on it if you aren’t careful;
you’ll hang yourself on it and his barbed tongue
Split the seams in your neck, but you’re pure sunlight
Bright and bloody as the dawn; your hands are red but you call yourself something holy
He’s got a sword for a tongue and a shield where his heart should be -
The summer sun spills out of your mouth and all over his shadowed skin;
Take a breath, savior-saint,
the sun and stars weren’t meant to be in the same sky
