like a ball of yarn
that goes on
without a stitch
never becomes a sweater
just a line
that gets hooked on
whatever it finds
gets tangled
by the black feline
made into a web
of bitterness
someone took the string
that was neatly tucked in
and let out
all this
and it rolls
itself
in emptiness
unhitched
find the end
if you can
and pull
and pull
and pull again