My seams are made of
Crimson red thread
Running down my sides
Knots tied
At my hips
Continuing down my thighs
Stitches above my kneecaps
To hold it all in place
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Stain marks on my velvety cheeks
Streaming from beaded eyes
~
White string has sewn together
Rips upon my skin
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Black marker
In wispy lines
Drawn above my eyes
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Brown silky thread
In French knots
Scattered from head to toe
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Golden strands
Fall down my back
To cover up my battery pack
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With bright red thread
My mouth sewn shut
Where words once were
A tune is hummed
On creaky wooden floors
A chair rocks back and forth
Where spiders weaved webs
In a corner of the room
About the Creator
Tanya Leij
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
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