I remember the day when
I covered her bony body.
They said she had it coming.

A white t-shirt, warm cotton,
clinging like a honeybee.
I remember the day when

I was the shelter to her skin,
Always warm as fresh honey.
They said she had it coming.

I fell to the ground, forgotten
like apples on the backyard tree.
I remember the day when

I saw her fruits go rotten,
but he took all that he could see.
They said she had it coming.

I see the carvings on her skin,
two whiskey bottles empty.
I remember the day when
she had it coming.