there’s a charcoal gray cardigan laid across the floor.
it holds the shape of a person so succinctly..
I have become obsessed with the idea of the human being who made it.
such close, fumbled, frayed stitching.
there’s a fresh burn hole in the left pocket.
the burn is so wide,
they must’ve barely known they were on fire.
the label reads:
like rivets,
with time
undone.
– SC
sheila sea 
i love this!
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Rivets are not designed for forces in tension, and can be pulled apart. Screw and nut gives joint strength In tension… but rivets are perfect in shear. Godly beautiful
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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The story wound through this poem is very enticing and captivating–it makes me want to read more!!
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Thanks, I was actually thinking of making this one into a continuing story/poem type thing so that’s really cool to hear.
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