Angsty

I have to keep secrets.
This makes my skin itch and I feel
like I have a cloth heart

so, often
I force the seams at the arteries
with a ripper
with surprise
as the threads burst open

I'm sorry I let your secrets
out,
floating along bloodways
to stop and clot
in my tongue

I would tell you
they are safe in my body
I have good skin, seamless skin
and you'd believe me, OH, you would

But you see, I've just cut my tongue on the edge of the knife as I licked off the creme of the cake