Self On Fire
ANNA CHRISTINE WISE, DANE EMERSON ORR
walk, pace, step, kneel
i don’t want to disappoint my family
wounds, with, time, heal
he don’t know how to respect me
i set myself on fire
what a nice dress
he carried me to the ceremony
says i’ll know bliss
when my flowers safe in matrimony
i didn’t know what it meant
i put my palms to his withered hands
tried to get me wet
i drip thick blood on the linens
took a pill to forget
it was all coming back in dreams
matches in my hands
go my hands on kerosine
he went out to bet
i got an hour to fulfill my plan
never will the man put his fists to my body
i set myself on fire