My quilt is torn in certain places
Has been for a while
I ignore the loose string and showings of stuffing
Ignore the sound of fabric ripping when my foot catches on it
Ignore the slight discomfort when the tattered parts pass over my bare skin
It's fine.
Fine as it is, it's just a blanket, it keeps my body warm as it's meant to
There's no need to grab my sewing kit.

I'm not attached to this quilt
No sentiment gained through the years
Not gifted by a loved one
Not made with special care
Just bought, and used
As you do with menial objects

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Never has my vision rested on this quilt with thoughts of adoration
Never have I soaked my tears in its cloth
Never has my mind made it more then what it is- a quilt.

So why-

Why when my heart is curdling, my thoughts running blank, when my energy is too focused on the squeezing...