the f a b r i c

 
compressed  
against the goosebumps
 
some
held hands
some  
stayed
entangled
entwined and broken
 
leaving the skin  
not truly bare  
there
 
the jabs  
in truth  
the stabs  
held a festival of color
leaving the showgrounds  
draped
drenched and entrenched  
in crimson
yet they stood and withstood  
the strands
the slash and splash  
 
the stranded affair  
of comforting yet
never ended  
 
as some chose  
to stick around  
others hung on
to the departing jagged edges  
 
what birthed  
in the womb of the cotton flower  
knew not and cared not  
dancing to the howling winds  
of destiny  
 
 
 
 
 
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