Unraveling

I watched the thread,

slip from my fingers,

cold as steel.

I couldn’t hold the end,

or trace the start.

Like a shadow in alleys,

following the hunt,

its shadow in my chest,

too swift to name.

I watched the thread

through the silence.

You can only sense

when nothing stirs.

I felt tremors pulse

through skin, through bone,

feeding questions to the dark,

unanswered, unclaimed.

I watched the thread

inside my chest,

hoping to touch

what waits beneath.

I felt desire untamed,

in pulses I could feel,

lost in corners,

no soul can satiate.

I watched the thread

through the unraveling,

at the edge,

hoping I can find

a space to breathe,

with the hunger and the ache

that leave their mark,

lingering, a weight I cannot shed.

Reviews

[Eric]

Excellent. It brought enticement to my mind as the threads entwined with my bare nerve endings reaching places never before touched

[redzone]

Hi Curly Grace. Usually, when thread untangles, there is nothing but loose thread lying around, but in this case it seems as though it came to a knot. A knot that could not be unraveled so easily unless fed. But fed on what? Love? Hate? Blood? Desire? All hold a hunger, an ache that has weight, and linger in the heart. They all have consequences as well. I have a friend who once told me we were 'threaded' and while we are not as close as we once were, that thread has not been broken or unraveled. And no blood or hate was involved, just love and desire to be friends.

I hope you don't mind where my thoughts went as I read your poem Curly Grace. I enjoyed your poem and where it took me. Thank you
-Curt

[red93]

Nice Work again CG, how you maintain and extend the metaphor throughout this Piece. Great word 'unraveling'. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Brandon Houser]

A wonderful read. Amazing what a few words can ignite. So many layers in this. Amazing. :)

[Curly Grace]

I’m glad it spoke to you. Your prompt lit the path; I just unraveled it. :)

[red93]

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