Her lips are sewn shut
Her seams ripping at the sides
She has been stuffed with fluff 
Much more than she can hold
Her fragile fabric fraying
As it stretches across her thighs 
The stuffing is suffocating 
Her stories wanting to be told 

Yet peculiarly it's pouring 
From within her beating chest
The stuffing slowly flowing
Into her already swollen breast

Her lips are sewn shut
Her seams slowly opening
As now it has become clear 
The thread must be cut.