Even Thread

Even thread can be threadbare;

grit and desperation

only go so far.

When the last strand snaps,

and she falls through the cracks,

who will sew her shut?

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The Walking Wounded

A heart divided,

a two-faced smile;

one part frozen,

dying, while

the other bravely

carries on,

the Walking Wounded –

going,

gone.

Questions…

Do you grow in colonies by choice or chance?

Do you ever dream of solo dance,

Or does contentment come in pairs?

Does solitude catch you unawares?

Do partnerships come easily?

Does daily interaction feasibly

Find you in a happy state?

What is your species’ divorce rate?

Do you compete, or try to compare?

Answer my questions, if you dare…