Cut out the sugar from her tongue
Lick away the witches lipstick numb
Reach into her hole in the ground
And hold her hand until you're home
She will take you to the shore
Where black water meets river stones
Kept away on crucifix rocks
Until the tide recedes down her spine
Where God had grown those white roses
She was buried underneath his steps
Bleeding the color where grass turned to chalk
Coated in lacquer
Embroidered in the walls
Where the dead wouldn't speak
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