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bound
Your mouth is
a needle
basting ribbons
through me;
my skin
a corset
around
your air.
It's hard to breathe
when so
tightly tethered
through
your
nonpareil
loom.
I inhale
when you
pause;
or
not at all.
Published 12th Jul 2022
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13th Jul 2022 2:41am
There’s a “where is this going” moment from the opening stanza to loom,
The fabric theme is tightly interwoven through the whole thing,
This whole things seems to be running in my head three seperate themes, and that is something really fucking hard to pull of in general, let alone within a minimal poem such as this,
I can only
“Slow clap”
The fabric theme is tightly interwoven through the whole thing,
This whole things seems to be running in my head three seperate themes, and that is something really fucking hard to pull of in general, let alone within a minimal poem such as this,
I can only
“Slow clap”
13th Jul 2022 2:48am
