Hissing by Blu Wynd Faerie

i've been strung like clotheslines across an alley

i've been the cash expected to pay for far too much

i've been the crying shoulder for a million people

i can only stretch so far,

so long

don't expect too much more of me

if you pluck me, i sound like a guitar

this cord's on the point of snapping, whiplashing

i'm tired and fragile like porcelain, so breakable

cat's playing with the yarn

it's unraveling, undone,

sprawled on the wet tiles like a dying fish

the oxygen's inaccessible

you cannot push me anymore

it stings to be a failure

this favor on your lips is too much

your tongue's beckon requires so much strain

you're strumming me and i'm a sad song

all the strings are broken

sounds like dying cats

hissing and spitting