trouble when it moves

"Sometimes I feel so alone,   
I just don't know,   
Feels like I been down this road before."   
 
- "Deja Vu" by Eminem   
 
 
trouble when it moves  
 
 
my chapped lips crackle.  
i trace my fingers over them   
but can't cut myself on the barbed wire.   
singed tips provide armor   
and makes me unidentifiable.   
 
it's best this way for all  
especially you.   
so i keep my tongue in solitary confinement.   
 
i've tried to use it to speak my mind   
though it's not really my own.  
my body, merely a tenant who can't afford to leave  
so i stay and fuck the slumlord for rent.   
 
tried to pack and leave   
once or twice.   
you said you'd come along too.   
desperation bleeding you through your eyes.   
 
i feel my lips moving.   
bartering with your heart for what you need.  
we reach the inevitable fork in the road,  
my tongue.   
you choose what's right which leaves me left.   
 
 
Named winner in the "thin line" competition hosted by Uma.