Needle and Thread
You left me hanging by a thread
never one to tie up loose ends
you preferred to let it all unravel
and fall at your feet in a pile
Your life was a series of piles
piles of guilt
piles of shit
And god forbid you ever clean up your own messes
it takes courage to be the one to stay around
and mend things
and piece them back together
But then
you’re not me
I’m a seamstress of the broken
always believing I can repair
genetic codes reinforced by social systems
But I’m tired now
unable to reconstruct what rags I have left
so I drag it all into one pile
douse it with accelerant
strike the match
and watch it burn
pass the motherfucking marshmallows
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