The scrape of steel against china
The warmth of press against strain
The pull of heat against plastic
Sweat congeals in the rain
Now the light through the blinds
Paints her skin like a tigers
And all but the peasants
Have forgotten her name
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
She tried to sleep before it was time to
Now there’s a ticking time maze spiralled through her ear tubes
She tried to keep it under wraps but they had none of it
Now the devil screams her name just for the fun of it
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
I can’t choose my air
Or what to spear
Or how to think
I can’t believe another day has come and gone again
I can’t decide which template will suit my body normally
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
I can’t make my mind
Pick it for me
