Theadora Curtis

I’m buried

Is your mouth sewn shut, too?

There are diamonds on my eyelids

I’m taking an expensive ride

My interest was so full when I would watch you

My quiet is so thick but I would watch you

Sometimes when the fog rolls in

and fills up my once happy head

I know that that’s a lie because it’s always been

It’s always been

The places that were familiar

I remember like a dream

Like a world that I woke up from

to a strange house where I screamed

There are diamonds on my eyelids

Not many people can afford to join

But I’m used to going alone

I was never fit for coins