loose thread:

I am anxiously tugging and pulling

at a thread so lengthy and soaked in red,

solely to realise that the thread is

attached to the insides of my very

own being, as though I have pulled a once

blue vein far too long, until all my now

rouge strands lay messily upon the ground,

as a pile of stretched string from an antique

knitted sweater, I have become but a

doll who is now the master of her last

and final unravelling, where death speaks

in Ancient languages, and where life leaves

its once hallow home of pondering bones.