Standing

I sit outside your knitted world

Watching your sun lose its glow

Violent violet screams your little sky

As the raging wind holds your ruins

And yet, standing in your tiny corner

You look at your chaos with fondness

You exist within boundaries

Barbed wires over your head

Vines crushing your wilting bones

And you’re breathing

I watch your little crochet unfold

Knotted threads falling cold

Your little world is no more

And you’re breathing

(01/09/22)

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