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Nov 2014
i feel like there are seams inside of my body, somewhere, or everywhere

in my chest and stomach
around my arms
along my legs

and they're being stretched thin
i can feel them pulling apart
like worn out fabric
strings unraveling

there are holes forming
fresh rips and tears appearing
each day

sewing isn't my strong suit
and my hands shake more and more
violently
as i try to patch myself up
and piece myself back together
again and again

i ***** my thumbs on the needle
and the thread won't stop tangling

maybe if i take my time
i can get it right

or maybe i'm wasting my time
and this fabric was no good
to begin with

it doesn't feel new
it was worn before me
filed under: more evidence that I write best when I'm sad and falling apart
Shiloh Bones
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Shiloh Bones  Hell
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