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The Empty Spool - lyrics
I remember the nights when I woke in my nest of wool and saw my breath hanging in the dark. I hugged my knees and thought of waves rolling together on the sand, but I couldn�t fall asleep. I heard grandfather drop his belt on the wood floor upstairs, then he lay rocking and moaning on the rug in front of the hearth. Every creak of the floorboards matched the beating in my heart. The cellar door cracked open a sliver, and I saw the glint of his carving tools on the bench beside the weaving loom. All I could feel was my stomach hardening to a stone. I heard your callused feet on the cellar stairs, and the wooden wheel humming in the dark. What were you spinning mother? When I woke up, you were gone. The spool was empty and I thought, Was I dreaming about you? Now there�s a broken spinning wheel turning in your heart, and the bathtub�s spilling on the grass and sinking into the ground. Beyond the field, the muddy river drones. |
