the bearer of the truths - Oso Oso

Cradled in the claw, felt safe

But the grasp turned into a squeeze slowly

And now the nails pressed on my throat

Slipped to getaway left a scar in the worst place

And you’d say «this is chill, but it’s temporary

Like a childhood or nice scenery

But with seasons, the scenery changes.»

«It's okay.

Don’t explain it, Mariah.»

And you’d say «Don't it sting in the most subtle way?

Like a scraped knee?

Or love you can’t save

Give it time and just watch it all fade.»

«Just please don’t explain it, Mariah.»