8 August, 2011 at 16:46 (Uncategorized)

There is a picture in my attic,
Drawn, because, that’s what I do,
When I’m lost and alone and…
…that’s what I do,
whenever I got lost, I drew,
You…me…five by five
Myself in the attic, forever alive,
Bound by you, across the mouth,
Every musing, every word,
Silenced, heading south,
You rendered me unable to speak
And I know what lies you told
I want to tear this gag off
I want to speak in solid gold
a conversation
over dinner we bought ourselves
tears that you made us shed
is the only thing
that stops me
A gag drawn across my mouth.


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