Wild Horses

Strange fruit

– Harry and Nicola

Lying around, we talked about our favourite songs
We watched one with kabuki masks spinning towards the screen
A woman sitting on a giant leaf eating a red powder
Powder on her fingers
Powder on her tongue

Lyrics like

Take the heat
I don’t trust
Those wild horses

It was about a father wanting his daughter to shoot her rapists
It changed key and I woke up weeping