Inside the Tea Cup

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Sitting inside my porcelain tea cup

I open my sewing kit and pull out a needle

In the light, it glimmers

With a loop at the end

Meant to put a string through

And pull me along

 

Then I lift my arm

And plunge the needle through

And weaving it in and out

And in and out

And in and out

Waiting to feel the pain that never comes

 

I watch as my arm slowly inches upwards

And joins back the with rest of my body

Then I tie off the threaded path

And flex my fingers

Noticing the individual tingle within each tendon

 

Now I’m finished fixing my body

Knowing that it will only break again

So I inhale the steaming scent of the tea

And slide downwards in the tea cup

I submerge myself

 

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