Volition

And now, collect the words in the chest.
Put it in the old fall papers.
It was yesterday we were like family.
And tomorrow... Take it with you for good.

Like a timid bird from people.
Run to the edge of strangers, ignorance. Patient.
And I'm going to be sick. You? Uh, no. Forget.
It was yesterday, I cut my life with teeth on fate.

Shackled her parched lips happiness. Volition.
From this smile bloody, briefly.
And it is better to dance on calluses
Than in the arms of others to choke on purpose.