My teeth
I grit

My mouth
I close

My lids
Lower

My heart
Drops
and
Rolls

Crushed
By
Your
Hard
Core
Rolling pin
Soul

Spooned
Up
Placed
In
A
Bag

With
The
Slightest
Amount
Of
Unproven
Pressure

You seal
You close

Piping
My
Iced
Tears

Onto
A piece
Of
Kitchen
Roll