Threads
Ripped out love.
Not nearly enough
Threads hanging left,
To connect.
Too many tears wept.
To repair me now,
Yank the rest out;
No evidence allowed.
Pull the straggling ends,
Till I’m empty again.
2/3/12
For Paula's "Thread" contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
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