Ocean Vuong - Trojan lyrics

A finger's worth of dark from daybreak, he steps into a red dress. A flame caught in a mirror the width of a coffin. Steel glinting in the back of his throat. A flash, a white asterisk. Look How he dances. The bruise-blue wallpaper peeling into hooks as he twirls, his horse -head shadow thrown on the family portraits, gla** cracking beneath its stain. He moves like any other fracture, revealing the briefest doors. The dress petaling off him like the skin of an apple. As if their swords aren't sharpening inside him. This horse with its human face. This belly full of blades & brutes. As if dancing could stop the heart of his murderer from beating between his ribs. How easily a boy in a dress the red of shut eyes vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping. How a horse will run until it breaks into weather--into wind. How like the wind, they will see him. They will see him clearest when the city burns.