“
As I tore myself from you
I heard a weeping sound
You thread a needle
to darn the hole I left
and embroider a new plan
”
― The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse
― The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse
“
I pull out the blue spool of thread and the sharp needle I always keep in the left pocket of my dress--because old seams have a way of popping, thread unspooling, and you never know when you'll need it--and begin stitching my arm back into place. It takes longer than usual; some of the linen has begun to fray along the seam, and I need to gather a few spare dead leaves from the graveyard to fill my shoulder socket all the way. It's a ghastly thing to lose an arm--or any part of yourself, really-
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― Long Live the Pumpkin Queen
― Long Live the Pumpkin Queen
