Your Poetry Dot Com - 3 Lb. Thread

Discovering I was a mannequin shredded
ingrained Prime Directives,
exposing truths as fruit eaten only by eyes
relaxing focus,
swimming beyond man’s arranged atoms,
where walls disappear,
where air stills for the stare,
where curtains quit breathing.

I should have been stitched
with 3 Lb. thread,
but the maker’s fiber met their need;
alas, I was built to unravel,
to last only so long,
and I did,
but my eyes, once opened to my life unused,
left cheap thread, there alone, ironically strong.

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