She's spilling orange and sun and chasing it again

She beat her own self

She called a bluff on spider bite

I was this close, just three years shy six months

Chameleon lines

Now tell me who lied?

I take back the red light that draped her face

Frank and the rain from her ears

A box of words re-owned

Outbreak, breakout

Taste your own touch

Outbreak

Another lost year

She saved green stamps for a day like today

Hold it steady and cut it deep

The blood runs warm

She'll deny what it's done

Feel the color of rotting pears in response to the apposable thumb

Look me in the eye