Gauze is so innocent. So soft against my cheek. Blank with no assumptions.
Sanitary, sane.
Sanitary, sane.
Its mantra to the dead.
Covering my lies, never asking. Never judging. Disinterest in its tiny eyes.
Sanitary, sane.
Sanitary, sane.
It soaks up what I've bled.
This chaos that I hear. Strangled by a blade. Yet this fabric lets no one see.
Sanitary, sane.
Sanitary, sane.
It tells me what's ahead.