the black little skirt

[manoliwookie]

I have stumbled across the un-sewn spools in your night
hiding underneath my pile of hot warm laundry
100% Cotton
separate the colors of your sewn up soul.

Wash off his pungent stink in the rinse cycle's silent soak
now watch the stitches come apart slowly
the threads may unravel like the muscle tissue in your colon.

The black little skirt
lays across the unwashed sheets
of a honeybee.

Sort out your life in lies and lace
now lift it up until your face is forgotten
this faded garment will hide those embarrassing stains
pick up the delicate remains in time to smile sweetly.