Delicate
Concubines spill from fountain pens
the way a drop of blood dances in water
and skirts the truth
You wake up salty-eyed
and find men drowning in a wailing red sea
"It's cranberry bogging time," she defends
Slave ruins are called castles
the way a drop of blood dances in water
and skirts the truth
You wake up salty-eyed
and find men drowning in a wailing red sea
"It's cranberry bogging time," she defends
Slave ruins are called castles