burnt-feathers Songtexte
The Left Hand of Darkness
maybe in heaven, we won't be sick
- (six hands) one body
- weeping woman with axe (split in twain from the bottom up)
- cat head unstitched (skull full of many glistening eyeballs)
- veins in the skin of the walls (womb room)
- someone unfamiliar in my head, (it's not her, it's not you) i'm afraid, please make it leave
- the bugs the bugs the bugs the bugs (they hide on the undersides of kindnesses)
- she's painted in our colors. she's wearing our rings. her voice comes from our mouths.
- "light up the room," she says.
