i strap myself in
pull the strings tight
tighter than i can feel
more than i can stand
my skin in numb
but my fingers tremble
they are not content
i should strap them down too
pull the strings tight
feel it bewteen my teeth
as my tongue ties
my lips caress cloth
the thread of my containment
it holds myself together
it keeps me inside myself
inside where i belong
Author notes
Laced...
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This is a decent write. I don't exactly feel it or think it's entirely original but it's decent. And that isn't a bad thing
The best part of this to me was:
"but my fingers tremble
they are not content"
--I like the idea of your fingers not being happy about the situation. It gives a fresh little twist to the normal "my heart" or "my mind". Lacing your body up with thread and seeing it as tying yourself in is neat. Thanks for the entry.
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