all words left in our throats
this somnolence,
a specter, that haunts this drive
as we divide
and erase all traces
(the end of this, as lonely as it began)
sun beat thoughts
dead, dried, lost
ground we walked
suffered, stalked
this wooden rot
empty and forgot
a room to my own
abandoned and alone
a light rain tapping on the window
pushing us to move on
hot summers never last
quite long enough for me
we were urged to sink
with water so inviting
I'm way too into me right now
and I couldn't imagine trying
You're good for me
I'm good for you too
if reality was just
as easy as it sounds
all words left in our throats
this somnolence,
a specter, that haunts this drive
as we divide
and erase all traces
Eve Beeker of screamo band To Be Gentle stretches her solo work in new experimental directions on this EP, a meditation on gender & healing. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2021