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The threads which held me,

bound me and wove my being

are slowly coming unraveled.



Tightly woven stitches,

loosening one by one,

all since the knot became untied.



So long they've held together,

these jagged edged seams-

so long have they kept me bound.



Now, I'm wary of this fraying,

afraid of the frayed borders

that no longer protect my boundries.



And now, the silk of my skin is gapped

-an open wound able to bleed out

and stain the very fabric of my soul.