Where no one lives inside, it’s just an empty hollow hide
The snow falls briskly, leaving you thin, so prickly
Where short, short skirts tend to silken shirts
and we are all so low.
There’s a place I’ve been where you would only hear that pin
Where no one says hello, how dare you consider your friend
your fellow
The sky turns purple, orange, red, you might as well rip
yourself to shreds
Where wavy hair meets a woman’s stare
and she whispers hello, goodbye.
There’s a place I’ve been where all you want is out
Where children fear
and I tear
Where there is no air
and I tear
Rip it. Deface it. Call it Nothing.
There is a place I have been.
