Fragments stitched together
Smiles from laughter
From nervousness
And kisses from drunkenness
From the need to escape
Life teeters in our damp palms
With pieces of our lives piled high
I stitch them together with black thread
Strong enough to hang a shadow
Or catch a dream
Fragments, skin colored
A diversity of skins
Could cover my bones
Could cover my words
Smiles kisses palms
A foretelling
A history
A pitch black thread
-Saschia