Silverbell

she's all nail polish and breath mints
hydrogen peroxide and lip gloss glints
cold limbs and unparted hair
clothes always fit but baby what's under there ?

skin like leather
become a feather
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g
shakey pastel
violent Silverbell is
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g

she's all scraped knuckles scratched arms
tongue a silverbell that never alarms

twenty frozen toes
curled in pale rows
beneath those hems
ever undone
although the sun
loves to tan them

like leather
become a feather
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g
shakey pastel
violent Silverbell you're
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g

she's all scraped knuckles and scratched arms
tongue a silver bell that never alarms

all tied up in the string around her finger
it's all tiedupsotight and
knotted and KNOTTED and knottedKNOTTEDknottedKNOTTED

all tied up in that string around her finger
it's all tied up in that string that string
all tied up in that string around her finger
clothes slide right over that thing
but by now baby you're

weathered
to the feather
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g
shakey pastel
violent Silverbell you're
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g

she's all scraped knuckles and scratched arms
tongue a silverbell that never alarms
But maybe one day when she has a steady hand
she'll ring that sucker as loud as she can
but we're just dreamingwishingscheming and she's

f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g
STOP
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g

will she always be
a girl not yet 16 and
f  l  o  a  t  i  n  g  ?



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