Chauchat Heaven And Hell
Rituals and castles, they remain only to help us remember
Who came first and who comes last
And whose sleeves we need to roll up
We lost all momentum to cotton-stuffed dolls and constant
irrational laws
These are wooden beams upon which I pile
A phrase like “the first step is denial”
Make room to work
You speak in sighs, you woman of walls
Or so you’ve been rightfully called
Make room to work
f..ck it up
(insecure at last)