The suit is ripped
grab a needle and thread
or soon it’ll be dead.
Opaque fabric
they call it flesh all the same it’s a canvas
with layers to protect
the fragile parts that it has collect
bringing it warmth
towards the north
where the suit exhales
whatever ails.
Eww quicker please
there is red all over me
there is red pouring out of me
is this red pouring out of me
or pouring out of them is that what I see
at this point I wonder if it is yours
or is it mine am I just here to observe?
Quiet please
alright I’ll smile for a little more ease
quiet please
alright I’ll stitch my own lips geese
quiet please
alright I’ll just leave
anything for them you see
drain my liquid dry
as long as they don’t die.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 