thread the needle, ever-so-carefully. make sure to notice, as the light hits your skin, because for one precious moment there… you’re golden.
raise it to your lips. take a nice, deep breath in. my love, i know how it hurts, but it will be worth it in the end.
one looping stitch after the next. as the hours turn to days, let the sepia silence set in. watch closely as your opalescent smile reflects against the window, and the shuttershock sunrise starts creeping through; just like always.
cut off the thread, with some nice sharp scissors. and place your needle in the nice little mahogany box where it came from.
wipe the blood off your chin, before it stains your dress. just shake your head when they ask you what you’ve done.