Rites from Coward EP by Alexa Renaud Clark

may pole made of woven boughs of hemlocks
four brothers at the ends of ribbons
binding rainbow twisting round
poison dionysus
living breathing
tallest figure in the thawing field
they danced
until
they all fell down

what has become of me?
where are the brothers
that promised to set me free?

my arms thrashed against what
i dreamt were confines
the walls
the base of the tub
woke up on the bathroom floor
wearing only cold and drying sweat

where did my strength go?
too weak to stand
where are you?
and how can i stop hating you

watched you shake
the bars of the cell in my vision

cast some spell
shed your skin
what has become of you?
and how can i stop hating you?

• Pop
• female
• indie folk
• post-pop
• soul
• Boston