Wool.
It's so constricting.
Binding.
You could pull
       scream
           cry.
Yet.
It'll never give you a moment's weakness.

I am wrapped in wool.
     Legs.
      Arms.
All wrapped round and round
      in my own yarns.

Round and round we go,
stitches pulled so tightly,
I can never rest.

I am invincible.