I lay here
Split Seams
Openly exposed
Stitches unraveling
You look me over. Glasses Perched in the tip of your nose.
I wait.
Carefully,
You pull me.
Tuck this away.
Cut that bulk out.
Shaped by precision,
Structured with care
I don’t recognize it
This new shape
I’m bound to
Outcomes.
I chose.
You hold me up against the light.
I wonder what it is you see
When you look at me
Are you pleased?
My structure
Is yours.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
I lay here
Split Seams
Openly exposed
Stitches unraveling
You look me over. Glasses Perched in the tip of your nose.
I wait.
Carefully,
You pull me.
Tuck this away.
Cut that bulk out.
Shaped by precision,
Structured with care
I don’t recognize it
This new shape
I’m bound to
Outcomes.
I chose.
You hold me up against the light.
I wonder what it is you see
When you look at me
Are you pleased?
My structure
Is yours.
On the terrifying intimacy of being transformed.
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