cringe ass poetry pt.3

"Closet"

I collect the most fragmented pieces of myself

Holding them closely in the skirt of my dress

I look at the lying promises they make me,

Lies that glitter like snow

And threaten to dance off my tongue

Lies that promise a better life

Or an easier breath in

But these are just lies       ?

 so I keep them in the pocket of my apron 

And my empty tube of pink lipstick 

Tucked behind the bows in my hair

And the lace on my socks

I embroider my mouth closed with little flowers

And pray I won't utter a word.