Threading NeedleA Poem by NyxOur lives are woven with such thin fabric.
I looked at your eyes
So dead and cold Devoid of color A world of noir untold As you stitched the fabric, so delicately intertwined You added the story Of your mothers crime She stabbed and stabbed, killing you softly Your eyes were gone, empty pools of torment White and opalescent, they told a story Of a fabric so thin It broke over time Shedding the layers so intricately aligned You stitched and you stitched the fibers together Your hands of death saw only the severed Pieces of fabric, so wasted away Dead and cold just like your eyes As you picked up your needle To thread the fabric another time © 2019 NyxReviews
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StatsAuthorNyxAkron, OHAboutI write because I love it, typically poetry and short excerpts of madness from my mind. Enjoy! more..Writing
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