Zoey Van Goey Extremities
I'm letting go of old claws,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
I'm letting go of bad thoughts,
the heated chair, cold nose
and the frozen hint of a lonely winter
will you let it linger on?
pink spots on a grey field
makings of a broken arm
the wounds that won't heal,
pressure of a false alarm
and the frozen hint of a lonely winter,
will you let it linger on?
I'm letting go of windows,
I'm letting go of fingers and toes
