deepundergroundpoetry.com

The Seamstress

We used to make potions
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will have
are the threads of who she was
Written by Mars_August (Mars August)
Published
Author's Note
Addiction runs in the family.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4 reading list entries 1
comments 5 reads 117
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 3:30pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 12:32pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:24am by Carpe_Noctem
POETRY
Today 8:08am by Abracadabra
POETRY
Today 8:03am by Abracadabra