<p>Picture my mouth as a zipper, one that you open and close whenever you like. If I talk too much you slide that cold metal across my lips and force me to be silent if I talk too little you push words inside my wet cave of a mouth. I rip the zipper from my […]</p>
Picture my mouth
as a zipper,
one that you open
and close
whenever you like.
If I talk too much
you slide that cold
metal across my lips
and force me
to be silent
if I talk too little
you push words
inside my wet
cave of a mouth.
I rip the zipper
from my face
and create
a gaping black hole
You say I’m wild,
out of place,
and stitch
my lips back
together
only to pluck
away each red
thread when you
want me to say
yes, I agree.