Wet Gravity (demo)

She was giddy with remorse
As she skipped river stones
Off slick rapid rushing heads
Babies belched from below

She stuffed shame in her pockets
It felt the same as the last time
She crammed fear in her white fists
And hopes this is the last time

She put rocks in her pockets
Knowing wet gravity
Walked away from the water's edge
Fell down hard by a tree

Speechless child
Couldn't see the use
Thoughts grew tired
Didn't see the point

She stuffed shame in her pockets
It felt the same as the last time
She crammed fear in her white fists
And hopes this is the last time