I'll cross my eyes  Ill call teh crows,  open my face,  reroute my nose. crack the concrete clear the ground, find comfort in that breaking sound This message that you sent could not be more clearly writ then if it were tattooed on the backs of both of our hands.  Did you make that up yourself or was that something that you read?  Your face, like a book, memorized in my head.  When the shadows stop their gather, will this end with us one on top of another; fingers freaking out because they've always remembered.  This little one will never take comfort in the nights embrace.  Our painted nails will drag holes in this beauitful fucked up place.  Open your mouth, Let the moths out, fold your twin tongues, wring your wet lungs This message that you sent could not be more clearly writ then if it were tattooed on the backs of both of our hands.  Did you make that up yourself or was that something that you read?  Your face, is the book, memorized in my head. When the shadows stop their gather, will this end with us one on top of another; fingers freaking out because they've always remembered.  This little one will never take comfort in the nights embrace.  Our painted nails will drag holes in this beauitful fucked up place.  open your mouth, let the moths out, the build up makes clot let go, let go

What do you want? What do you need? I think you should have both I think you should have everything. Mold your body, its yours to keep, find your source and feed. What do you want? What do you need? Because this breaths too short and its echo too deep What do you want? What do you need? Because this hide is torn it chafes and bleeds But I feel it swell (from this) hole buried deep behind the flesh it claws and seeths What do you want? What do you need? To channel this hate and reclaim this feeling What do you want? What do you need? remold these folds and rethink these seems find life in this body and hope between this skin Mold my thoughts, their mine to keep find my source, find my source! There's a system inside of us I can feel it Can you feel it now? Nervous system inside of us, it's not inborn, but what is natural? Police system inside of us,  an invention of capitol Prison system inside of us, racist profit, private crowd control Nervous systems build with stones carried on the backs of our souls, still these silent notes cant describe our fiery yearnings these cement bones have no elasticity, and in this pitch black darkness how can I rewire these feelings Heal this ill-fitted body and we'll ride the scars that we produce, still pitted and knotty, sometimes tight and sometimes loose and we'll be whatever the fuck we wanna be, and they'll see the whites of our eyes, as we dig deep inside of eachother and ourselves to uproot, nervous systems inside of us We are the battle fields, the burial grounds future-sayers of epitaphs that rest at the tips of our tongues I try to understand  I try to see Multiple truths  That come to me

For the longest time I was obsessed with the idea of utopias, I wanted everyone to be happy. Then I realized that not everyone is made happy by the same things and then I was like: What kind of world do we live in? Then I was like, Fuck that, what kinds of wolds to we inhabit? This fucked up wold makes us multiply, my eyelids got holes that won't cover my eyes.  You gotta stick to the facts maam, fuck that. I aint a girl, except when I am.  No fact are real and that kill me inside.  Im just 26, I got my whole life to die.  We're all gunna die And it fuckin' kills me inside Do you remember, The hallow sounds of sinking ships? The promise of no future The taste it tempts it wets my lips.  Do you remember, that time you told me we would die? You promised me no future, and now i know that was a lie No matter what they say, this stone wont burn away but slow changes in our hearts, thats how it really starts Then you said that I don't think so but I know, I know

Lets hold eachother's hands lock our fingers, and seperate when we breathe slow the wolves will chase as we laugh when we see in their eyes that they're friends trying to follow Lets tear eachother's skin from the muscle then well seperate it from the bone the blood will run down our chins as it fills up our mouths and passed down our throats youre my family, steven and ronnie, i wish i knew your laughs and to which beliefs you held fast but your gone and to this day silence equils death. when your blood speaks does it speak to you like mine speaks to me? a quarter center of Quintero history What are the parts of me chisled away by white hierarchy? So much damage done, to body to mind almost no stone left unturned. You are my family, we never met because of straight patriarchy. So much left unsaid. This silence is sacred as the wolves howl in my head, like they said: Kissing doesnt kill and silence equils death.  Ill say it again becuase us queers forget.  We grew these roots out so long ago "never forever" scratched into gravestones whispered history made the unknown, known.  These hallowed grounds can be both our homes