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Sally’s Song
There are things I wish to say,
but each time I try,
I end up with needle and thread
coalescing in my hand.
They levitate together in cohesion,
skillfully weaving to lace my mouth,
stitching my lips to stay quiet.
I smile and nod
with an embroidery of restraint,
leaving me voiceless,
squelched by hushed whispers
of Sally’s song.
but each time I try,
I end up with needle and thread
coalescing in my hand.
They levitate together in cohesion,
skillfully weaving to lace my mouth,
stitching my lips to stay quiet.
I smile and nod
with an embroidery of restraint,
leaving me voiceless,
squelched by hushed whispers
of Sally’s song.
Published 31st Oct 2024
Author's Note
Loosing the ability to speak my mind.
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