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Contortionista

from Familiar Fevers by Lucky Jukebox Brigade

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A stitch. A curse. A crime. Oh baby, dry your eyes and look alive. One more step until you’re mine. I’ll be the one you always knew you’d find A ring. A slip. A scar. Another pirouette for the fiends we are. Don’t let them see you shake when the curtain falls. They’ll return you to your tomb, a dream embalmed.

Catch me three days shy of ruin, feigning resilience. We are not the kind to fold.

A march. A pose. A charm. I’ll be your crutch and cask, a feint of heart, tangled up in all your fits and starts. You know they like you broken and torn apart. Did you flinch or lose your mind in a hall of figure eights or pantomimes? I watch you spinning dizzy on your wires and struggle to cut loose these swollen ties.

Did you miss me? My dear, I wouldn’t dare. You fade so quickly - a scandal on the stairs. I swear I knew you. If only for a moment, I saw through you, unraveled and torn open. Now, they’ve got you. You’ll never be the same. They’ll never find you. They’ll never know your name. They’ll never fix you. Your prophets in the sewer grates were with you, but my dear, you’ll never know.

Watch me. I will wait below your window. I’ll be your reaper, calling, “Wake up, wake up!”

Screen door slams, ain’t nobody home off the creaking porch that sways alone. The empty swing with the scarlet stains where we carved the names that got away. Collapse into another spell. Play it like you never fell. That vestige, she beckons a call to arms. We are the aftermath. We are the only ones.

Another roadside cross where nobody rests. Another saint gone rogue in a Sunday dress. Gospel sharp and fever shy. We’ve been had. We’re down but nine. This game is fixed. They’re onto you. I’ve got a dollar that says we are set to lose. They’re selling silk flowers to remember you by, so you’d best not linger in the whispers tonight.

(Hush little baby, now it’s all been staged.)

Look at me through morphine eyes, and say you still believe we’re too rare to die. I will carry you until my last. I want our old ways. I want our old habits back. Little one, where are you now? I will crawl through the wires to see you out. Frayed and rasping, transistor sparks. Through the savage silence, we are swept apart.

(Hush little baby, now it’s all been staged.
Mama’s gonna buy you a brand new day.)

Here we are, the aftermath, the only ones who believe you now. We are the specters of an ancient dawn. The vespers’ beating echoes on in this crooked house, alive again. Screaming out through silhouettes. A stray light where we carved our names. In absence, we are still the same.

Hush little baby, now it’s all been staged. Mama’s gonna buy you a brand new day. And if this day should be our last, drop an anchor. We’re coming back.

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from Familiar Fevers, released July 18, 2014

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