Stitches
by erika taylor

Stitches 

Can’t seem to contain 

My wounds

Opened, and reopened

Like a fresh cut, 

Red starving for the light

Blood from the vein, 

Could bring no greater pain

Than the sting of “love”

Betrayal is a blade, 

Sharp with feeling, 

Against skin, cold 

I wonder, how 

Many times I can bleed out

Before I cease to be?

A shell, held together by 

Stitches,

That’s all that’s left.