She comes with the moon, she's gone with the dawn.
Through the crack she seeps, through the skin that you call home.
Through the rags that decorate your prayers, through the fractures in your skull. Through the hole that burns you through.
She's in the comfort of your sweets, she's in the rainbows in the oil.
While you're looking at your shoes.
With a wind that leaves you naked, in the middle of the night.
As the water slowly rises, as it takes your property.
She's in the splinters in your lumber, she's in the bubble in your cheap steel.
She's in the stones that keep on rolling, She's in the bullets that you could not find.
While your back was turned.