My mouth is a fortress

holding back the rotten and blasphemous

from corrupting the world a little longer.

Eyes falling asleep, I keep the thoughts

of damage and drainage to myself,

hoping no one will have the courage

to peer within.

My thoughts are now frozen

due to the lack of use;

no one wanted to hear them anyway.

A poetess in black

to avenge those writers wronged.

The fortress lifted; Pandora was an innocent.