Ginger takes you to her home by an old empty factory
you can sense the hollow spaces, how they prevail every day
over people that never come here, people that never stay
even insect leave
all the while, Ginger grieves
Collecting all her tears in old coke bottles
to use for plants that are already dead.
Ginger leads you into her room
and you sit thinking you want to be here
thinking you have beaten fear
that you will never leave
and she will never again grieve.
Then you die… you get sick.
and she collects you heart, mind, soul and dick
in coke bottles.