Bricks

just feel them multiply like hungry flies in the sweet summer night in the woods they were waiting, in a word they arrived one doubt from your red mouth, and armies align and once you say it you can’t take it back

it was a beautiful home we had, built with our own two hands, and the amber years we got left, gone in a single breath they put their eyes to their rifles there was a quick fist of light and we were bricks in a pile cause once you say it you can’t take it back oh once you say it you can’t take it back

feel them multiply like a hundred eyes aiming at the words in your breath and then the flies break the flesh and go into your chest