Your hand caught on a thread of me
that pulled in continuity
and I unraveled
in your absence
and felt plucked of
that which covered
the delicate parts of me.
stunned and a little aghast
perhaps he did not notice
that which bound us
in the stillness where
screams fogged one side
of the inner chambered
living quarters
constructed on no real thing
kept well
just badly blended to
illusion and madness
only one way seen
all you have been
was you and your
Sadness
shining into
darkened barb
(2.2015 JETodd)
Thin Tin String 