Seven Stings - Asphalt

Startled back to life, golden tongue that tastes of home
Senses sharp as knives, molten blades of broken bone
Throat burnt by exhaust, hair slicked down with sweat and salt
As my lungs defrost, I breathe in the scent of asphalt

They peel me off the street and tell me not to fall asleep
Cutting off my sleeves, a crooked wrist and twisted knee

Written by:
Seven Valenzuela

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