My body is the
temple where both love and hate
reside in turmoil.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
this Thanksgiving,
I want to carve
myself
instead of turkey
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
i feel like there are seams inside of my body, somewhere, or everywhere
in my chest and stomach
around my arms
along my legs
and they're being stretched thin
i can feel them pulling apart
like worn out fabric
strings unraveling
there are holes forming
fresh rips and tears appearing
each day
sewing isn't my strong suit
and my hands shake more and more
violently
as i try to patch myself up
and piece myself back together
again and again
i ***** my thumbs on the needle
and the thread won't stop tangling
maybe if i take my time
i can get it right
or maybe i'm wasting my time
and this fabric was no good
to begin with
it doesn't feel new
it was worn before me
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC