Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along
In and out again and again
Till it reaches the end and finally
A harsh pull, a few tugs
Then the string is snipped free at last
Its been completely sewn shut
Only after you closed me up
Did you ask me how my day was
How I was feeling
But what could I say
With my mouth sewn shut?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along
In and out again and again
Till it reaches the end and finally
A harsh pull, a few tugs
Then the string is snipped free at last
Its been completely sewn shut
Only after you closed me up
Did you ask me how my day was
How I was feeling
But what could I say
With my mouth sewn shut?
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