You love looking in the mirror hating what you see
If you plug your nose before you go under the decay might stay

I promise

Do you keep your skeletons on hangers behind closed doors?
Or put them in sundresses and take them to tea?

Did you paint on your smile this morning by biting you lip?
And how many teeth did you swallow too grow back your spine?

Is the only thing keeping you from falling through your trap

A gossamer in your jaw?