S t i t c h
Steady, don't fall to my knees.
Rising chest, take a breath.
Don't plead, don't scream, don't cry, please-
How can I prevent your death?
Breathing fast, I don't have time.
My hands are strained, pull closed the gash-
Colliers fall inside their mine-
Hands are strapped and bones that flash.
Soot that blinds and maps the tears,
Salty on my fingertips,
Soaking through, they wet my fears.
Trembled murmurs past my lips.
The room is white, the clocks, they tip
Each time the damnded needle slips.
What did you think?