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I am my own undoing.
A constant unravelling in myself,
too long to wind up again.
Too many threadbare holes,
revealing my dead heart,
letting the black spill out into you.
Gather up these fibres,
knit the ends if you can.
Cauterize me.
Powerful indeed. One I'd like to come back to
Powerful poem Kathryn. Cauterize me sounds so painful. I guess it's like when you melt the unravelling ends of a bit of nylon rope to stop it fraying. But maybe you could be gently rubbed into some nice soft felt! "Wrap me in cotton wool and felt me." mm
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winston plowes
Thu 11th Feb 2010 15:39
great image and idea this one Kathryn. Win