Shining,

RAW and silver,

it seals your words in with an

unkind touch.

You struggle to breathe,

but your mouth is filled with

LIES,

choking you with its s w e e t arms

around your neck.

You wonder, and you

wish as you dig your nails in

DEEP,

pulling, tearing, scraping the glue free

from your face.

Burning, PANIC sets in,

and though you wish to scream

you don’t, because that makes you

WEAK.

So silently you take your

punishment and pick,

and scratch, and pull

and hope that

W O R D S aren’t as adhesive as you

thought.