_There's dirt under my nails_

Better than him under my skin

It's better than her in my head

_But there's dirt under my nails_

There's blood in the water

And salt in the wound

What am I gonna do?

Dust in my wild wide eyes

Grass and sand under my thighs

Muddy hair caught in the breeze

Stepping on sticks fallen of trees

Balancing on a stepping stone

Isolated and alone

Like the stream, small and feirce

So far out from the river

So long untill the sea

Blocked by dams

Built by small and mighty

The sun filters through

Blocked by leaves

A kaleidoscope, a mobile

Will it sing too?

Kiss the moon hello and goodbye?

Like it kissed my skin

Laying down freckles

Planting them perfectly

Gently and soft

Will the moon rise?

Bless the shadows

Darken the dirt burrowed by my skin

Glisten the stream

Glittering like a child's scrapbook

Winking like the missed connection

Across the room, crossing over

Crossing paths

Over the clearing, cover in the trees

Cower behind him

Behind that faltering face

Terrified by this place