Sewing

by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina, USA)

blood drips from the wounds
you make with your needle,
threading my skin together –
my seams are stitched
impeccably smooth
giving me flawless lines –
you run your fingers
over my sleek design
feeling for imperfections –
with a gleeful gasp,
I'm turned inside-out,
revealing your wanton talent –
every limb and digit
ring with your mastery –
every fold of skin trembles
as you fill every part of me –
the finishing touch
makes me complete
and turns me into
this glowing beauty before you

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