Chris R. - Swirlies

In her desk

Beneath her chair

We found clumps of hair

Here and there

Out in the hall, Chris stumbled and fell

I slipped back inside my wall

To hide behind the walls

It goes on for miles through empty rooms

He slowly smiles

But late at night when you’re alone

Hands first through the cracks

Then come the feet to your bed

To lick where you bled

On your scraped knee, scraped just for me

Behind the walls, it goes on for miles

Through empty rooms, he slowly smiles