Mink Skin Coat

MINK SKIN COAT

You know how to push my buttons

Because you were the one who wired them in

And you know where my skeletons are buried

Because you helped me dig the graves

And I'm afraid

I'm wearing my ugliness

Like a shameful, slaughtered mink skin coat

And you know

And you know

Every fettered fibre and follicle

Because you stitched and sewed the seams and hems

And when will

When will it end?

Where and when will I be stung by the inevitable sting?

I live in hope

I live in fear

Of regretting letting you get so near