Lore & Legends · Story 19 of 48

"Three Songs"

Aiya of the C

Numbers

Stones

Light

Holes in the Sky

Ptit

Abnus

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Three Songs

By Aiya of the C

THE NUMBS

Momma
What do the numbers show?
You’ve counted rose petals for days
And you’ve shit through your clothes

Momma
What do the numbers show?
Why do you count the sun?
There’s only one, one, one, one, one, one,

Momma
How do the numbers glow?
You’ve been digging holes underground
And lining up stones

Momma
What do the numbers hold?

Can you see my face? one none one one none one none one one one one none none none none none one none none none none none none one one one one none none none none none none one none one none one one none……….

* * *

YOU MY LIGHT

I’ve walked from Ptit to Abnus
I’ve drifted across the ocean floor
I’ve circled round the heavens
To find you, my light

I’ve killed all my past selves
Bloodbaths are murmuring in my dreams
But I’ll die another death
To find you, my light
Outstretched, I’ll meet you naked
Raw pink and howling in the breeze
I’ll lose my mother’s name
To find you, my light

HOLE IN THE SKY

Sunrise
I followed you up the mountain
At the peak you told me, “Fall to your knees
And look me in the eye,”
You grabbed my hands
You told me, “I am your sun
And as long as you hold me
I’ll hold onto you”
But I can’t help feeling like you won’t hold on

Daylight
I followed you to the water
You told me, “Wash off your scabs
And drink before it dries”
I’ve walked from realm to realm
As far as the eye can see
But the light is beating down
I’m burning up inside
I need to rest
And curl up in a ball
I can’t help feeling like I can’t hold on

Twilight
You’re following me through the trees
You tell me, “Come out of the dark
Or I’ll fall out the sky”
But my skin is charred
I’m digging holes in the earth
And I can’t see
Can’t see it in your eye
Would you fall from the sky?
Then what should I do?
Should I hold onto my melting hands
Should I promise that I won’t let go
I can’t just pray to the sun
And ask to be whole
Cuz if you’re not holding out for me
It’s not holding out for me
Nothing’s holding onto me then
Help me
I need to know
I’m frying
Oh help me
If I let go of my sun?
Will I let go of my soul?
Nothing to hold
Out in the gold
Of my soul
Am I soul?
Am I soul?
White light

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