I can hold your tears if needs be, but I cannot help you in your deepest sorrow. People use me to Fill themselves up, with the good stuff.

Two lips to part, but no words to speak, yet still I sound both sharp and sleek. In sports I reign, in trains I call, a breath of air, is required, that’s all!

I can stand, but I cannot walk. People use me to Eat and talk.

I have a row of teeth, but I do not have a mouth. I am often seen in bathroom countertops.

I cage the endless in numbered tombs. Twelve watchers circle above seven footsteps that never rest. I steal hours, resurrect them, and sometimes consume a day whole. Tear me apart and I still whisper where your fate lies.