the words are sewn into skin
a cloak, earrings
body armour, a helmet
lips like a sentence
tongue of gobbledygook
mind gone sane with diction
over the edge and back again
for one last paragraph
of living with a forced language
Until silence wraps me up
carries me off as her lover
her prize her plaything
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
the words are sewn into skin
a cloak, earrings
body armour, a helmet
lips like a sentence
tongue of gobbledygook
mind gone sane with diction
over the edge and back again
for one last paragraph
of living with a forced language
Until silence wraps me up
carries me off as her lover
her prize her plaything