emotions i feel

i cannot put into words

empty, sinful, vile creature

a needle, string

threading my lips together

to silence myself.

the humiliation of losing my wings

and i did it to myself

though you may say otherwise.

for i know i could've flown

i could've soared away, if i'd wanted to

really wanted to

instead i folded them closed.

and quieted my voice.

my voice - shameful, awful, dirty creature

scrub all you want

the dirt is never going to come off.


emotions i feel

my lips punctured and bloody

i cannot put into words.