My glistening needle passes through mottled flesh,
in its wake, a ****** trail of lace drags on,
my tissue, its sewn neatly together with pallid fabric and doily intricacy's,
ivory kisses, silken silvers, slumped over like a burning body
all tied in ribbons, intertwined by drooping pink bows
I'll intertwine again, same time tomorrow, same needle, same velvet
schedule my alarm so these intestines stay bound by the barbed wire of stitching
until then, admire my weak work as it unwinds with the lining of my mind.