rags
7 Feb
i twist my hands around
these rags these green
rags with the warp of
insecurity
and the weft of
abandonment
worn with tears
and bile and curses
when i think i have
torn them apart torn
them past repair
i make thread from
my nightmare webs
and sew them back up
with my eyes closed
you say let go
let go of them
and hold on
to me
