Blades To Laughter
Night In Gales
if blades were laughter each nail a smile my scissorsmouth would spit the soil for words of napalm none below for hymenmurmur's poisonshow if blades were laughter each knife ten teeth i'd dye the words i breathe all black if blades were laughter each pile a grin my starscumwords would twist and spin the murmurfather's silverthroat that spat the soil for what i wrote