UNRAVEL

Unravel.

I tell you that I like that word.

But I keep to myself the imagery

Of one girl, in her fullest skirt, spinning

At the hand of another girl.

Parts are falling away

Like crumbs from the side of the cake

Before it’s dressed

Frosted in beautiful colours

These crumbs that fall

Leave me feeling unravelled

Exposed and dizzy

You held steady my gaze

My layers now stacked

The spinning has come to end

I bend at the waist

Putting it all back together

Frosted in colour

Glittering for all

Housed in glass

Waiting to be sung to.