I name my breast
My opened wound
I name my divide
The dry road in the sea bed.Underwater I process
All the oceans I had to ride, swallow, spit.
The shallow dreams that come
When wounds are unnamed and turn to demonsMo·she
I name my breast
My opened wound
I name my divide
The dry road in the sea bed.Underwater I process
All the oceans I had to ride, swallow, spit.
The shallow dreams that come
When wounds are unnamed and turn to demonsMo·she
