Shook the habit – Candice Louisa Daquin

I mailed my quota of trust to Hades

Gave away dancing shoes to the furies

Cut my wrists on your barbed indifference

Shook the habit of grief from my molting skull

Stepped out scathed and blistering.

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When you have nothing to lose

When everything you believed

Is crushed in incestuous vow

Corrosion comes as a lover

To scour remaining plate of faith

Strangely, in spite of yourself

The impulse to feel, resurrects itself

A weed that has been torn out and poisoned so much

There’s nowhere to go but upward

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You may tear my truth to shreds

Or worse, simply impassively not care

I know the song will still be playing

After I shed my seven lives

Pull on my rubber boots

Jump in a vat of boiling forsaken dreams

And make stew for the hungry

Out of my bitter survivors juice

It tastes good when you sip it just right

Beneath a full moon on a wild howling kind

Of night