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