9.1.26

there's little axes in these fingertips

the bark splits and falls to the forest floor

there's little axes in these toes

the stem twists and splats beneath my step

there's little axes in my hands

i tuck this yellow flower behind my ear

my silhouette cuts through the fog of trees

a waterfall roars in the distance

i see with the little axes in my eyes

she's drifting alone in that sea

the train car of injured soldiers

the cafe montefiore

your dm comes

but like everything else it splits in two

we rescue her from the water

chase him through the cars

suffer a bullet to the brain

and sit there with you

there must be a dimension

where the exact moment is on repeat

and where i wrap my little axes around yours