Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

Discontinued

I embroider my lips like 

my old teddy bears.

black buttons sewn shut.

Forcing my stuffings within, and

lining my cracks with dust.

My seams pulled tight.

Distant.

Closed.

No one to play with,

They've all grown

Old.

~

I wrote this about a year and a half ago for a Trancendentalism national poetry contest. It got published, so that was cool. I think I might start putting music with these poems (they're not going to be related, but I love sharing my musical taste with others and allowing them to find new music as well.) But I don't know..