Your Quilted Words Poem by Aaron Barth-Martinson

Every facet of her phrases
Freeze and crystallize
Hidden trinkets deeply bedded
Within her crystal eyes
Frozen water broken faucet
Gushing tyranny
As if she’s spoken out
Or coldly opened lies
No point in asking sharply
If she’s any tears to cry
Though open-eyed and wanting
Mimic of the fox’s sly
Scraping life of wonder
Therefore leaving less than why
Even walking down her wily route
You cannot seem how undone quilted words
Are sown into her mouth