Mourning Skies

Threads

She

Was broken.

Held together only

By the threads that had

Imbedded themselves in her flesh.

Day by day she tore them out.

Blood trickling

From her quivering fingers.

One by one, she fell apart

And one day

She found the threads were completely

Gone.

And she no longer had to rip

Herself apart.

But then she met someone

And he,

Stitch by stitch,

Sewed her up.

Mended her wounds.

Made her feel whole again

Until the one thing that remained

Was the tiny white scars

Where the threads used to live.