you're here; sitting; breathing it in;
feeling it sink in. you've stiched your mouth shut again.
you know its a bad idea, bringing out that needle and thread,
and that one day you'll take out a knife and cut the wire loose.
free falling through obliviated second thoughts,
a silent mime boxed in by regets,
that twisting feeling left in your chest.
you're staring a hole in the wall,
you have an empty stomach, and an empty heart,
you're brushing the hole off your chest.
in
out
in
out
well?
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interesting concept
i couldnt help but think a bid more vivid but that's just me -
when you said 'stitching your mouth shut again' i thought about what again meant.. like if it was ripped out before.. and if it was.. then words would 'bleed out' from the wound of the stitch that keeps it cut off from the world..
maybe i just think too much
good write though
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Now this gives me something to think about that's for sure. I liked the read. You did a nice job with this.
Kelli
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