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Woven Heart of String: Missing Thimble
Unbroken ballerina shoes on stage, demonstrating our foreboding relationship.
A chime from the outside wind, that sounds vaguely of freedom.
With every careful close caress, a poisoned word leaves the tip of my lips in this disconsolately lit room.
Crack, crack, crack.
My string is broken, as they cannot mend.
They are as defective as those who created themself.
My cheap porcelain joints crack everytime I hold you close.
Closer, closer, closer.
They wanted you to learn more, more about my secrets and the ones I’ve taken away from you.
My thimble is broken, as they cannot mend.
They are as defective as those who created you.
A chime from the outside wind, that sounds vaguely of freedom.
With every careful close caress, a poisoned word leaves the tip of my lips in this disconsolately lit room.
Crack, crack, crack.
My string is broken, as they cannot mend.
They are as defective as those who created themself.
My cheap porcelain joints crack everytime I hold you close.
Closer, closer, closer.
They wanted you to learn more, more about my secrets and the ones I’ve taken away from you.
My thimble is broken, as they cannot mend.
They are as defective as those who created you.
Published 9th Dec 2023
| Edited 8th Nov 2024
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11th Oct 2024 1:33pm
Hello,
I liked the word choices here, it seems like a landscape thats ever altering where all things wield weep reunited broken to perhaps grow again. It had a strength to it and at the same time great vulnerability, well woven!
greets
R
I liked the word choices here, it seems like a landscape thats ever altering where all things wield weep reunited broken to perhaps grow again. It had a strength to it and at the same time great vulnerability, well woven!
greets
R
