Swimming Through Stone - Mariee Sioux

I have heard about this

About walking into a room

And the floor being covered in snakeskins, snakeskins

I wanna crawl back into them like sleeping bags

And I need this like I need paper thin fins

How I envy the herrings

Always on their way in easy flashes

Tiny lightning glinting

Like sparks when hooves strike flint

But I feel like I am swimming through stone

So I’ll hold my brain out of the water

As I swim my remains back to her

'Cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain

During the hurricane

So I’ll rest my weary head

Between the egret’s beak

So I can hear you sing

The salmon eggs to sleep

With the songs of the wild

The wild

I thought the coast was clear

I thought the coast was clear

Now I’m wading through dead skeeters

Through the wriggling larva

And the blood suckers

But I’ve never sucked blood before this

I’ve never sucked blood before this

I’ve never sucked blood before this

And I knew better

But I walked right in again

There is that floor all scattered with owl pellets

I examine the tidy bits

Of wonder and decay all mystified

At the little skeletal glories

I wonder what went on in the rabbit’s hole

And how these tiny things cannot seem to escape

Until we are left with snakeskin

And matted fur, hair thin bones