The Song I Found Most Difficult To Write

 

It started out as a poem, a villanelle. Set to music, it sounds like a bullfight. You might find it on my next album. 

 

Vanishing Trick (Smoke Mirrors and Trap Doors in the Floor) 

 

Each day you disappear a little more. 

Your tongue is gone. There’s only fragments left of you. 

Smoke, mirrors, and trap doors in the floor. 

 

And every day’s just like the one before, 

A feast of slights and punches served to you. 

Each day you disappear a little more. 

 

You cry alone, let no one see the score 

You stupid girl, thought what you saw was true. 

Smoke, mirrors, and trap doors in the floor. 

 

Kicking and screaming excites the matador. 

He rattles the keys, burns holes into you. 

Each day you disappear a little more.

 

In the shadows you rot, silent and sore, 

Something is broken, death’s long overdue. 

smoke, mirrors, and trap doors in the floor. 

 

This room of shame has no backdoor. 

There’s really nothing worth living up to - 

Each day you disappear a little more. 

Smoke, mirrors, and trap doors in the floor.

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