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