The quilt forms on defined terms.

Crafted with familiarity
words embroidered metaphorically
reads quite evenly
shifting through each plea
as the quilt forms
on defined terms.

The scraps blended evenly
for the eyes in the sea
as the lake house opens a window
the crafter hears the cries of a weeping willow
clutching the quilt upon them self
shall they place it upon a traditional shelf
and render their thoughts
to a pattern often taught?

The chill in the room
awoken a vacuum
bursting out of the wardrobe
with components from across the globe
the crafter leaped as a shield
the scraps cannot be cleaned you must yield!

Bruises upon their head
their hand lifted as they read
pain erupting an internal infliction
the art of the accumulated whole is fiction
all the recommendations are fleeting
and the crafter is left wheeling.

Quilt clutched and folded tightly
held in their arms as they sped ever rightly
to the sea
they stop without a word of please
quilt unfolded and held high
the crafter looking down to sea and up to sky
quilt dropped
as the crafter stomped
crying at the ugly monstrosity
the sea picking up at high velocity.

An image in the waves
flickering ready to save
the crafter kicked the quilt forward
with full force as the image moved toward.

I invoked a ritual for this shit
take it witch
and keep my soul for I’d rather be soulless
than promise more and give less.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina