where have you been hiding
heart of mine
what thoughts have you been stealing from the pot
clutching them in your corner
whispers of a mad mind
holding tight the strings of her life

some days it feels faint
the weave holding me together
but I know it is not the fabric on my skin
that is weak
it is me

I stitch by moonlight
frantic in my sleep
to hold this together
to keep this skin warm and close
my needle holds back the echoes
of my little life
and the things these eyes have seen,
the skin my hands have touched

where are you
my soft heart
let me stitch you with my red thread
they will not see a single seam
make you complete
all your prayers heard