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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