Sewn into this pattern
The edges frayed and fading
The threads pull ever tighter, cannot break
Cut into my skin, wrap, encircle limbs
Pink, Yellow-White, Purple-Blue, Black, White
Sometimes I look away,
Enjoy a row of colour, a distraction, I think
But the pattern awaits, allows no break
No way to leave
Most of the time I am satisfied by the pattern
Lulled by it
I see the mathematical inevitable of a downward spiral
And make some effort, never enough
Always I follow the pattern, am
Felled by it
This pattern that I sew.
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