Lyrics The Bruised Reed - Anathallo

The Bruised Reed

Are you a bruised reed?
A smoldering flax?
Are you a broken branch?
Oh, and do you love it?
Do you love to forget like I do?
One will sift as wheat
But one has come with robes
One will slice your ankle
Love, love, love
There are these sharp gold knives
In this space meant for affections
Where the pink skin baby once belonged
When I speak, «I cough them out
Gather them up in my arms
And swallow them back down