May 19
Sewn, rough hewn
Tis’ how I present to you.
Betwixt my sutured surface
Of those whom I knew once,
Lies but the tiniest sliver of me.
Tis’ how I present to you.
Betwixt my sutured surface
Of those whom I knew once,
Lies but the tiniest sliver of me.
I was originally going to title this poem "Seam" (Pronounced Sah-Mm), but it would've been hard to get the pronunciation I was thinking in my head onto the page. Enjoy!
