Threaded.
I’ve threaded my fingers and turned my body into beads.
Like a necklace I was strung and now she wears me ‘round her throat.
Everyone compliments her new accessory.
They say it suits her perfectly;
they’ve never seen a better match.
They can’t tell I’m wearing her down.
Copyright © Taylor Kimball | Year Posted 2007
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