Jineece Mtz: Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor,
looking to be whole, it slips from her hands.
A loose string, hanging, believin
Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor,
looking to be whole, it slips from her hands.
A loose string, hanging, believing in loyalty—
blissfully blind and naïve.
Meanwhile, the yarn gets dragged through the mud.
She tries to roll the yarn back up to a whole,
losing the flimsy old end.
The beginning was gone; you cut that part out.
Irreplaceable. Irreversible.
You gently pull out a fresh string of yarn
to put through the needle.
This isn’t about yarn.🧶
-jineece
Jineece Mtz: Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor, looking to be whole, it slips from her hands. A loose string, hanging, believin
Like a fallen ball of yarn on the floor, looking to be whole, it slips from her hands. A loose string, hanging, believing in loyalty— blissfully blind and naïve. Meanwhile, the yarn gets dragged through the mud. She tries to roll the yarn back up to a whole, losing the flimsy old end. The beginning was gone; you cut that part out. Irreplaceable. Irreversible. You gently pull out a fresh string of yarn to put through the needle. This isn’t about yarn.🧶 -jineece
