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
