Tied

Draw this out

A bad dream you face with a sewn-up mouth

When you see me as a child

God knows I wish you could turn back time

Hold me in all that I was, all I revise now

Wash that down

Late at night

Bumping limbs

Weaving home

Through man-made woods that seed in fire

Don't go

You're all that I know

You don't waste time avoiding pain

You keep dashing out and back to hold me in my place

With blistered hands