Skeltons

Satin ribbon strokes my hands and pierces my sides like shards of unfeeling ice Warm, Auburn, satin ribbon Though you've barely spoken, How you could use the few words you speak to cut; I somehow understand. We're terrible people aren't we. Dodging spot lights like fugitives Dodging hard questions like politicians Knife under my pillow dagger hidden in my stocking Geez you're such a sadist! But I'm no better am I. It's twisted isn't it. Demented isn't it. Words hang 'round that neither will utter. And we both know, in the air they will stay. No matter how loudly they yell in our faces. We pharisees must be the stress lines on God's forehead.