Breaking off the rotten teeth
And cleaning whatever’s left
Hiding what keeps me awake
Blocking out days I should’ve slept

I’ve become a tapestry
The colors continue to speak
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple the broken seams

Will they notice the moments where I’ve slipped?

An extra layer that’s losing shape
I can’t keep my stories straight
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple it to my face

And suddenly a single flame makes sense