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 ? <--- back * home * next --->