violence I

Somewhere near six years
The older kids crushed the snake
Front tires high
Reveals a spine inside
We buried it slow
Behind my grandfathers garage
Sticks as gravestone tied
First flame the guilt of being alive

We'll talk more later
At home
At home
Just fragile snakeskin
Outgrown
Outgrown
This will be my life
This will be my life
This will be my life