insinuation

four years,

four walls.

tugging at grey yarn,

where lines meet, paths cross former existences overlap.

confined to triangular chains,

picking at threads visible to my gaze alone.

strands turn to finger tips,

digging closer, deeper.

how much closer to the nail,

how much further will you take this?

how much further can you take this?

traction, tangled, hanging by a loose string.

melt into laser beams.

dodging, crawling, bent over backwards,

180.

pushing my weight,

bruise-covered elbows.

blue and brown intersect across my forearm,

ridges separate kisses and burns.

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