Weave Something Special

Sharp intake;
The unblinking eye drags
Ragged red behind it.

Cut the thread;
Snapped skein of
Sentences,
Trailing.

Stranded
For sew long, love;
Threadbare,
Worn out.

The spool spills as
We unwind,
But the tangle too tight
And deft fingers
Stitch us back together,
Seamlessly.

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