9 9 301 That I do not know... I feel as though I am just a tapestry... Torn into individual strands... Strands ripped out and tied to the strands of others...
10 10 301 Soft cotton...
11 11 301 Coarse linen...
12 12 301 Sharp glass...
13 13 301 Sturdy, cold barbed wire...
14 14 301 These barbs and blades...
15 15 301 Sharp like scalpels...
16 16 301 I have wept and cried out in agony...
17 17 301 Yet nothing has freed me from this eternal despair...
18 18 301 I can only weave this pain into the fibers of my being...