-sstiches

stitches, that’s all i am.

they’re either man made

tears and blood and 

steady hands

sewing skin together

against my will

or stitches that my body

desperately conjurs up

praying dear god i didn’t go too far 

this time

when dear god thats all i wantedd-

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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