i sew, he dreams
I sew and he sleeps heavily,
waking up for a moment to laugh
and then falls back into a heavy slumber.
With each stitch I sew my mouth shut,
we do not speak of trauma in this house.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
emiilytaayla’s Poems (5)
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| i sew, he dreams | 0 | 10/20/2019 |
| a dance of tongues | 2 | 10/20/2019 |
| revision | 1 | 10/20/2019 |
| the summer | 0 | 10/20/2019 |
| the bathroom | 0 | 10/20/2019 |
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