Thread
she
held together by
black tights and
lace
i find a run
and pull
twist the thread around my finger
and watch her skin
begin to spill out
into the room
bruises, freckles, scars and scratches
blisters and blemishes
stretchmarks like a road map
leading up to her chest
i walk my fingertip along the lines
pausing on pulse points
she
unraveled and exposed
goosebumped by a sudden rush of air
coming from her own lungs
in the form of a sigh
of relief
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