I Weave a Loom for You

Life is a pain that has shattered the bones, a death that has prolonged and dragged on. It is a fever that has burned your soul, and I… I was the one who weaved, afraid of death and stranded between reality and dream, stabbing the past that had stretched into my today. My heart is in turmoil; as my mother says, it’s as if someone is clawing at the dirty laundry of a week inside my heart, or maybe not, a sick and sly creature is twitching inside my brain. What is the solution? I must crouch in a corner, take hold of the thread, weave quickly and keep whispering: I weave a loom for you.