i left the tea on the counter to evaporate
the fighting around me fell to a dreary stalemate

the drone of the ceiling fan sounds so simple
remembering when my strongest shield was a thimble

in the days where my ankles weren't made of lead
where i wasn't drowning in all the things i never said

i remember the days when i would bitch and whine
they still sewed my cuts up with string and twine