Glue - kagoule

He grips all his baggage to himself

Sticks him to the surface that he knows

Unmovable and perfectly at home in a spiral

His skin is smooth but he has jagged bones

He can never reach the places that he’d like to go

You wonder why he’s always sat at home in silence

Glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am glue

He stands at the doors and looks outside

A flood of anger slowly fills his mind

Disgusted, he turns back and goes inside another time

He goes to kitchen and he cries

With shaking hands he grabs the nearest knife

Lets out a breath as it sinks in his side, oh what a mess

Glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am

I am glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am glue

I am