The Seamstress – Poetry

the seamstress


they said she was amazing 

with a needle and thread

she could mend any sweater

darn any sock

and the stitches would fit


she could undo any brokenness 

and fix any ties,

with the flick of her milky wrists

she was able to fix

what seemed to be 

the whole world.

he was a boy 

with a habit of carelessness 

and came to her often,

asking her if please

could she repair this?

she would sew his clothing

and each day long for his touch

and would wish she could sew

two people together.

but he was a boy

with a habit of carelessness

and when she unravelled 

no one could sew her together again.


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