Cover Your Mouth

I am not here I am but an object There is a grinding Between my teeth Under my molars Knife eyes watching Thin scene unravelling Carefully angled for the exit you don't know what it is to live in my skin all the desire in those eyes, I ignore cover your mouth cover your mouth son Shifting the weight of the room You're boiling water I'm not your Mother I am your Daughter No one is watching Everyone is laughing I am melting candle wax I am the mud in the tyre tracks there's a price to every word you let go"