time is a needle
or maybe it's thread
but it's not time who took the needle
and stabbed it through our lips
it was pride that sewed our mouths shut
the blood smeared across our face
the thread rubbed against our teeth
we smiled as the needle criss-crossed
around and through our skin
and now we can't seem to speak to each other
now we can't seem to speak at all
the silence and lack of content in our conversations
is killing us both
but neither of us struggle against the seam
because we both are content with not saying anything
but eventually infection will creep in
and we'll have to cut the thread
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
