A Needle And Thread.

I feel like
Half a name tag
Frayed
Split
Threatening to tear right out of reality.

But that thread
The patched up thread

It unravels
And weeps
Picked at
Worn

So hand me to my mother
Let her stitch me back
Back into life
Back into living

Stitch me back home
Threadbare enough that
A needle's no use.