My stitches are connected
A decade or two of sewn up wounds
And they come undone like dominos
One quick cut and there they go
I am no stranger to bleeding
I know how to apply pressure
I know how to fit the bandage right
But it takes time to kiss my skin together again
Exhausting, precious days
Where I wanted to be a better flavor of myself
Instead of a doll with her fluff knocked out
With Love,
Natalie