she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair with a bright interrogation

light in her eyes. and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there,

waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry. they scampered through the

room like a roach across a wall. yeah, they made her skin sore. yeah, they

made her skin crawl. they said, "we got this confession. we just need for

you to sign. why don't you just cooperate? make this easier on us all? make

this easier on us all... just make this easier on us all." there was

light and then there was darkness. and there was no line in between. and asking her heart for

guidance was like pleading with a machine. yeah, cause joy

it has its own justice and my dreams are languid and lawless. and everything

bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is flawless... when it

is fierce... when it is flawless..." on the table were two zip-loc baggies

containing her eyes and her smile. they said we're keeping these as evidence until

this thing goes to trial. meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall.

both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall. now look at her book of

days, it's the same on every page. she's got a little tin cup with her heart

in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage... to bang along the bars of her

rib cage... there was light and then there was darkness. and there was no line

in between. and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading

with a machine. cause joy it has it's own justice and my dreams are made with

all of us. they said "everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and it is

flawless... when it is fierce... when it is flawless..." fierce...

flawless...