The thread slips against the fabric, string following behind
If there is another soul in this black house, they've been hard to find
I sow the doll's clothes into her body and plush
In these shadows I can hardly find it lush
I sit and turn and face the wall
So I can't see the faces at all
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Link
PoetryPoems. Some for my friends, some for my love, some for my enemies, and some for perfect strangers.
