I’ve found this little fray in my wrist dip
It’s red and soft, splintered at the tip
It tickles the base, at the joint face
I rub my hands together and trip
It’s getting longer as the days progress
I tug softly, as the stitch gets distressed
I pull too hard, it unravels in yards
Plaiting as my skin starts to undress
It winds its way around me, snakelike
As I constrict under its spiral-grip; tight
I wiggle and squirm, I flip like a worm
Dancing in red under the blue light
The thread pulls me left and right
I find chest, part lips, realise appetite
I ask “why me”? It whispers quietly
“Because you bit when you shouldn’t bite”
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 