I Know What I Saw


Silhouettes slow dancing to the rattle of brushes on a snare
Curtains glow like a flashlight pressed against a sanguine palm
The edges of this reality blur

Arguing with a fortune-telling machine
That old witch better watch her painted plaster mouth
She has but one hand
But it's seen its fair share of action

Distilled shadows writhe upon the bathroom floor
As a good vintage pours from the twisted faucet
This night has your name written in Braille across the stars
Let's get death over and done with
I'm sick of waking up to misplaced limbs