Humanoid Lungs

HUMANS - Stephanie Gilliard Matt Kaprelian Lyrics Humanoid Lungs Folded origami wings Snared outside my windows There are three hundred broken birds stolen from someone’s drawers and stitched into my house Visitors ask, why the ornament I answer because I do not want people to see me gasp for air Behind the door locked by stabilizers And the landscape outside are sand dunes where I am tripping over my own steps in a two-meter sandbox filled with me and me and a girl broken by a reason that does not exist And for a second when the window is crowded by paper wings I can forget the nails in the sand and how my knees are numb until blood starts trickling red over my own shoes Two seconds into the house Dirty shoes and oversized slippers Two sky colored oceans And a well that taste like summer Death traps and one-way doors to a tomorrow with ever afters The world is a sun, descending down to my fingers and sprouting daffodils over my skin Three breaths of carbon dioxide too nonsensical for my own humanoid lungs © Stephanie Gilliard 2025