Between my Teeth

Thinking of the words deserved

But I didn’t speak

Cause I had the dignity

To keep my tongue between my teeth,

Thinking of the object

You made of the clay of me,

I didn’t know her but I’d like to

Know what she’d think of me

Thinking of the halls of horror

Of the rage and pit and hush

Of your hands against my body

Once were soft but made to push