Thread

I used to spin golden thread

thin and pure as warm sunlight

lighter than feathers

worth more than gold

 

Now it's murky and brown

chunky and stringy as grassy mud

heavier than sorrow

worth nothing

 

 

I poured my heart and soul into the thread

just like how I used to

but now

it's changed

 

sometimes, the most beautiful creation is ruined by itself

Gussy the cat

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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