Wet Gravity (demo)

She was giddy with remorse As she skipped river stones Off slick rapid rushing heads Babies belched from below She stuffed shame in her pockets It felt the same as the last time She crammed fear in her white fists And hopes this is the last time She put rocks in her pockets Knowing wet gravity Walked away from the water's edge Fell down hard by a tree Speechless child Couldn't see the use Thoughts grew tired Didn't see the point She stuffed shame in her pockets It felt the same as the last time She crammed fear in her white fists And hopes this is the last time