Unravel

Caroline Ho
Assistant Editor

 

Creation, craft—the yarn beneath your fingers takes its shape
within the strands lies your escape

Unwind your thoughts, unspool the threads, just lose yourself within
each stitch to seal away each sin

Hook in, hook out—no room for doubt—just let the pattern lead
yarn over, this is all you need

No mocking here, forget your faux pas; here you're at your best
the yarn forgives (unlike the rest)

Revelling in your craft, your pride, until you spot a tiny slip—
just one missed stitch, a single skip.

The smallest lapse in focus, hidden back so many rows
it’s no big deal if no one knows

It’s really not important, it’s a little off, oh well
not like anyone can even tell

Who cares if it’s not perfect; nothing ever is, as such
(at least, nothing that you ever touch)

But now you know you see it feel it know the flaw is there
it's not worth it to repair

But now you need to make it right—youre never satisfied
one missed stitch will tear you up inside

Such a fucking waste of time to mend what no one notices
(but what a waste this whole world is)

Here’s this one thing you can put to rights, however long this takes
this do-over for your mistakes

A cleansing, an unravelling, a pure cathartic joy
what you can't fix, you can destroy

It’s fine, you still can salvage this, just take it all apart
just like your fucked-up life, restart.

 

 

Let Go Of Him

Jasper Milne
Contributor

 

Letting go of that moment is hard.

He hugged you tighter than youd ever been held before—or so
it seemed at the time—and he shocked you with that big heart of his.
The comfort was instant: The hurt in your own heart seemed less, the
weight of the world lifted off your shoulders.

“Youre fine,” he said as he settled his chin on the top of your head.
That moment was the miracle you'd been searching for everywhere but
him; it was light in the dark, breaking through the rain and the clouds,
sun streaming down on your small existence. Suddenly your head was
a little clearer.

Although youre sure it lasted longer than you think, that moment
passed before your heart could beat. And even though you could feel
it fading away, the grey rolling back in, it was lighter this time. You fell
asleep that night with the ghost of his touch across your shoulders.
After all, it was just a moment.

Just a moment, you remind yourself. Time keeps moving on, and
as it does you wonder why that moment changed so many things for
you. You decide to indulge yourself, allow yourself to pretend, just for
a second.

He made you feel safe. From the world, but also from yourself.
From the dark thing you knew you were. And perhaps that was the
cold water that shocked you back to your senses, not the actions of the
saviour you thought he was.

And so, you allow what little you have of that memory to fade, fall
further into the background. You let go of him.

And that’s okay.