Author: Quirin PM
you had a seam ripper in your pocketRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 125 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-19-07 - id: 2322627
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we ripped along ragged seams
but we were tattered from the beginning
this tear was inevitable.
i press these words into my palms
enclose them with cold fingers,
(you used to make my hands warm.)
i pull my silver thimble from my pocket
i'm afraid of needles now.
you broke me so that i could spin
this heaviness on my chest
into pretty poetry-
thread through me,
stitch by clumsy stitch:
i was never as steady or
as stable as i should have been.
my eyelids sewn shut
it is easier to meet you
one more day like today
one more fight like this one, and
i will face my pinprick heart
and never turn inside out