Corset

wrapped up, held 

together by lace

pulled the string tightly

to cinch in the waist

lips soft like lavender 

and sweet like nicotine

eyes that shine green, one 

look and I’ve had an epiphany

spilling red wine as 

I’m walking on white

my back stands tall 

and gives me some height

Am I reading a 

book of fiction or

have I time travelled 

to the renaissance?

time keeps ticking, I'm losing 

memories because of these clocks

this corset is the only 

thing keeping me together,

if I were to take it off, 

my limbs would fall apart 

and my skin would look 

like worn down leather

- Leah Rae