My Needle
I sew my needle in
And out of my skin.
Each a punishment for
All of my sins.
Some for what I wish
To say. Some
For what I want(ed)
To do.
Can you follow all
That I am saying.
For each is it's
Own story.
Each one kind of
The same. Each
Saying that I am broken.
Shattering. Slowly,
Disappearing.
Fading out of existence
All it takes is one blink.
And then there I go.
Gone.
Copyright © Michelle Glynn | Year Posted 2015
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