//PLEASE READ TRIGGER WARNING//
TW: IMPLIED SUICIDE, IMPLIED HANGING, IMPLIED EMOTIONAL ABUSE
I learned to sew
Now my mouth stays closed
I don't speak out of turn
I kept my ears open
Because when you're morose
It's better to listen and wait for my turn
Took some buttons
Glued them to my eyes
Now I don't cry when I'm spent
Who knew, when I'm through
All I needed to do
Was add a little bit of cement
Now I'm your puppet
Hanging from strings
A toy, a floppy rag doll
I hope that you're pleased
I took your pain to help ease
Your hatred, I gave it my all
YOU ARE READING
Works of the Seamstress
PoetryI am the Seamstress. Give me your stories, And I will spin them Into fictious tales of Glory and terror, Romance and adventure, Questions unanswered, And unprompted guidance. //Requests are open!// //PLEASE READ TRIGGER WARNINGS//
