The thread

by aubreigh   Aug 22, 2009


I'm willing to hold on
if you're willing to hold
this tiny thread. This poison.
This heart. This heart. This thread.

I'm willing to numb
if you're willing to freeze
my tiny thread, your poison,
your heart. This heart. My thread.

I'm willing to scorch
if you're willing to burn
my thread. This poison.
Your heart, her heart, my thread.

I'm willing to fall
if you're willing to let go
of my thread, our poison,
my heart. And of course, our Tiny. Numb. Scorched. Falling. Thread...

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