broken edges, frayed seams
my words just fall apart
I find no needle
to stitch them together
no glue to mend them again

endless threads run through my hands
an aimless tangle of thoughts
I cannot tie them
they slip from my grasp
unravelling all I have done

I aim to create
a blanket of dreams
and weave a magical veil
but line after line is crooked and false
a shroud of silence
to bury my voice

flora