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i am sewn up, stitched tight
I can't bring myself to open
Each stitch is tight, hurt so terribly to tie together and the indifferent airs made them even tear a little bit but still intact just barely
In fact, the stitches are barely holding even though—i refuse to open.
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Comments (9)
Oh wow, that was so vivid! Scary and poignant at the same time. Loved it!
It’s that push-and-pull of wanting to stay closed but still feeling everything underneath. If you ever need someone to gently unpick a thread or two, I’ve got tiny scissors and a lot of patience.😊
Ah, those two angels/demons of our nature doing such battle together: the one that desires to be safe & protect oneself, the other that just needs to get it out there. Which ultimately wins? Not even the end of your tale here actually tells the tale for sure.
Phenomenal work as usual sweetpea! Sending you a big hug babygurl! 💕
So intensely crafted—amazing work.
A well-wrought prose poem, Melissa! Short, haunting, bursting at the seams with meaning.
The imagery in this would work even without the photo. Very intense!
Oo, this made me squirm a little. I think it's the picture and the idea of you bursting or oozing out, despite trying to keep everything tight. Edgy, Melissa.
Wow great writing 🍀🍀🍀🍀