Poetry & Art

Needle and Thread

My lips swathed in
This needle and thread
Doesn’t pain me as much as usual
But my tongue is so uncomfortable
That the words exit my mouth
After it’s finally cut loose
Pierce flesh like hollow points

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by Ryliegh Vieira

Lover of coffee and blank pages.
Musician and photographer.
Sometimes a writer.

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