You perfect the seams that line your cloak
Each stitch integrating
Holding
Concealing
Your emotions
So well that they are invisible
Even to yourself
Inevitably
The perfection wears
Little bursts rip the work
You toiled over
Hours spent
Patching, pressing, folding, weaving
A snag
A tear
You are convulsing now
Crying a trail of irresistible emotion
Exposure from the separation
Naked feeling
Composure lost
Pouring out
Paralyzing fear persists
The judging eyes are harsher now
Lying mouth
Shameful eyes
Sore heart
Unrelenting
The great flood lays waste to your
Once perfect work
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