Seams

Swore it wouldn’t hurt me
Should it come around again
But I came apart at
The inked seams I
So delicately stitched together
In order to move, function
Pretend at humanity even though
Humanity – long before the
Destruction – leaving me
With stitch and seam
Tried to find a place
To belong, only to fine
A pain I never wanted
To know in another context
One was already too much
Swore it wouldn’t hurt me
Make me bleed
Red, black, and blue
Like it had once upon
A pain to inked thread
So delicately stitched into
Myself to seal my wounds