Before The Stitch Becomes A Scar
Still Raw
Seamstress
Before The Stitch Becomes A Scar
By: Nicole DeFelice
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Every night,
My own hands
Punch stitches through
My two tender lips,
As I carefully sew
Myself back up,
In my magic mirror.
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I’ve heard them say
“Fine times rarely
Spoil in the mind,”
Well I’m —rotten
At just the thought
Of you, so I don’t try
To speak it.
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Savoring how the words
Held inside taste
Upon my tongue, but
My eyes still twitch to
Reveal precious secrets,
I’ve been pouring
Out in silent glances.
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How I’ve struggled to
Declare it, being lost
In my abyss, spending
So many hours of
Needlework over wounds
That bled and re-bled.
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Even tiptoed around
The idea, and yet
The seamstress
Keeps on buying
More colors of thread.
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The stitches never
Heal to scars,
I patch the holes I
Make instead.
Finding mischievous hands
Embroidering tonight, you
Inside my head.
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