By Lisa Huddleston
Hanging by a Thread
I knew I shouldn’t pull it
Just clip off the loose ends
and let what remained of
the seam be
Just keep it all together
But I couldn’t stop
picking at it
Until suddenly
Before I knew what
I’d done
It all unraveled
The wise woman builds her house,
but with her own hand the foolish
one tears hers down.
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