Sloppy Tailor

With blood soaked hands
I desperately try
To stich up these wounds you 
left me with
Though it was no fault
but my own
I saw the knife in your hands
And I embraced you
I took your hand and plunged the
knife deeper and deeper
But my needle work is sloppy
so I continually burst my seems
spilling what is inside onto the ground
They say practice makes perfect
So I will be a Tailor someday

Reviews

[j.a. mills]

The concept is interesting, a tailor of broken hearts/emotional damage who is in need of practice but knows he/she will get it in time as his/her own heart is broken or as he/she receives more and more emotional damage. However, if you are going to use a tailor as your conceit, make sure you are using related imagery; textiles, measurement, etc. Only using stitches is really more the evocative of a doctor or surgeon. Additionally, take time to edit your works. I have read a few and have found a few typographical and grammatical errors in each.

[Tate Viviano]

I mean it's more of surealist poetry. But yeah. Also yeah I'm not the best with grammer or spelling I do need to edit more. Cheers