In Franny's Swamp
You, all alone, your body, and a good for nothing monster, overlappingAll in this same swamp, feet are being caughtI am pulled in
Warm muddy water, a sweet smell like chocolateI submergeUnable to draw breath, in pain and struggling, but thenA moment to breathe
The cold night, piercesOnly you smiled. Are smiling.
Here cleanliness is protected and truth is hidden, to your heart’s contentTrying to behave like FrannyZoey is nowhere around
You can already tellYou understand and are doing it. As do I.Rolling around our excessive youth and transience,We’re playing
White skin, I am… I am…Only you… Accepting… Accepting…