Sitting there, watching.
Cold vines pierce my lips.
Sewing them shut so there will be no more talking.
My tongue grazes my inner mouth.
So scratchy, warm, and bleeding.
A single tear falls from my eye.
The moisture keeps me from thinking i am dreaming.
I clench my jaw tight.
To resist the urge to start screaming.
My body is tied down.
But that doesn't stop it from shaking.
I must hold on stronger.
Even though there isn't much of my life left which they are taking.
Just let me go!
