Lein - Bodily currencies

stood up for my old self
with an empty stomach and a sink full of rot
pockets full of lucky silver dollars
and masochism
trading my charm for a plot
in an attic full of rubble
cleaning my arms yet another time
and selling souls to my ex-lover
on somebody else's dime

drifted from each other
like water
her body wasn't made from a flesh
of which i was familiar

standing with your bones under my boots
in my favorite black dress that you cant see my spine thorough