Poems From The Heart

Stitched Mouth

Stitches keep her secrets safe, stitches keep her lies from unfolding.

The needles pricked her lips and the blood trickled down her chin.

Stitches keep her quiet, stitches keep her loved ones from knowing.

The thread crusted over from her twitching lips, she no longer tries to grin.

Lies run rampant about the stitch faced woman.

"She could've played nice, had the world at her mercy."

"She should have just left, she was a bad omen."

But she chose an unfortunate, dangerous path.

Now her eyes have glazed over, but it's her tongue she must swallow.

Hardened thread keeps that mouth from cracking,

A visible constraint gifted to her from the shadows cast.

Each season seems darker with her walking through town.

She never looks back, she knows no one will follow.

That thin thread is a testament to everything she's done,

Her situation a torment to anyone who's asked.

Stitches keep her silent, so she can't cause anymore pain.