I have stitched together
sheets of skin and soul
to form a sort of
family
without bones.
With forgiving stabs
My needle shed its guidance
pulling in the edges
straightening out the fray
to aid the operation.
My solid structure stands
apart
from the boneless family
Stark in it's loneliness
Endlessly creating.
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