He works a needle through my skin -
and threads me back together.
Sand pours back into my bones,
grain by grain.
until I remember how to sew a smile.
But my material is stretched and cheap...
and i can't help falling apart around him.
*Apologies if my pieces have seemed a little short/unedited/hurried/goodness knows what else at the moment, I've currently been juggling work/rehearsals/show week/writing an article for a real WEBSITE how exciting?!
So anyway, hoping to get back to regular, edited pieces that I can be proud of real soon, but just wanted to keep the blog going with posts every week even if they couldn't be great ones! Thank you for understanding! <3 *
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