She pulls the snow white thread,
Up, down, through and through,
Piercing just below the skin,
skimming skittish nerves.
The fire burns, as thousands of
pin pricks break my shield.
She pulls the scarlet thread,
In, Out, through and through
layer upon layer of ravaged skin
is sewn together, pulled apart.
My eyes are closed to ease the pain
My mouth is sealed to quiet the screams
My wrist, eternally bound together
by the red thread of fate
She pulls out the letter opener
and points out all my faults
she outlines all I've done wrong
So that I will forever know
What a wretched little whore I am
the letter opener, now red
plunges, gouges, digs into my chest
She steps it through my heart
her lace-work breaks and a
strangled cry escapes gnarled lips
From a drowning throat.
My last vision from the living,
as tears of blood now falland heart beats are smothered
are the cold, dead eyes
of my dear old mother.
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