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The patchwork girl sits on her bed
with fraying stitches in her head
A patch here another there
People hurt her and they don’t care.
I’ll patch my back’ she says quietly
Many knives were stabbed in there
I’ll patch my ribs’, in each place
Where you kicked me
When I was already down.
The patchwork girl sits on her chair
yanking out chunks of dying black hair
I’ll embroider my arms to cover the scars
And I’ll cross stitch my legs to hide all the bruises.
The patchwork girl lies on the floor,
She’s given up,
She doesn’t care anymore.
I’ll patch my eyes
so no longer I cry,
I’ll patch my eyes
So I can’t see the lies,
The patchwork girl thinks back to the start
Way before the patching began
The biggest patch she thinks is
Way inside where no needle and thread can reach,
She thinks back to the start
the first thing I needed to patch was my heart.
D Tully
