Stringthing

Stringthing, a man made of strings,
Lives a quiet life sewing
All manner of things.

All he wants is to share
His creations with all,
To bring a multitude of smiles
Through his teddies and dolls.

But he's all tangled up
In what others think of him,
He's so often been thought of as a monster
He doesn't know who he truly is.

If Stringthing can't untangle
All of his tangled thoughts,
His body, like his mind,
Will fall apart in a heap of tangled knots.

Story and cover art by Caliko Pie