A Mouth Full of Dirt - Leeched

The stones are stained with salt and ash

Lying face down, worming the ground

Dark hair flows around her neck

Something’s stirring in the courtyard and the grounds

The nausea, the fracture, the battery, It’s coming

The nausea, the tumours, the seizures, it never ends

You can’t pray with a mouth full of dirt

You can’t sing with lungs full of sand

Encircle the black stone