Manic State III

My stitching is coming undone
And I'm becoming a pile of scraps and fluff
I cannot feel my fingertips
Because my appendages have become unhinged
I cannot send the impulse to move
To pull myself back together
I can only sit under a tree
With my feet in the sun and my face in the shade
And listen to the twiddling of the birds
As I slowly unravel

Reviews

[Jenna Kay]

I absolutely love this. Such a beautiful way to describe a mental feeling physically. This is one of my favorites from you :)