Blue Yarn, Blue Skin
How I wish to be free
From your entanglement
But your vines of thick blue yarn
Grab at my wrists
Clasping at my throat
They grow heavier on my shoulders
Leaving marks of Blue
In places unwanted
And now I am not so sure
Just how strong these bones are.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.