hemlock from mourning rituals by Lein

Tracklist

6.	hemlock	1:58

Lyrics

our closet was full of deer
we pulled out from the water
collected each tooth
onto silver saucers
waded to our necks in tall grass
to retrieve them
returning to sleep in houses
best left condemned
with secrets beneath the floor boards
that i wrote into the mold, running forwards

while
wet marrow turned bone dry and brittle
waisting time confessing affection as riddles
braising your skin with hemlock
i am just a boy who cant talk
every things the same still
except i'm here and you're
not