"This is an artifact and that was a relic. This is alive in the now, whereas that merely remained." -PKD

it'll be different this time, she mutters.
like that fresh patch of soft, pink skin hiding under the tattered band-aid.
she had learned very quickly to begin the stitches
just as quickly as the wound was torn.
her body is a memory quilt.
here's the time he threatened her,
the times he's left her weeping.
here are the insults, the degradation and the remains of her self-worth.

is it all a test of her sewing skills?
so far her seams have held.
a test of speed? no, she's can almost anticipate it now.
how worn, threadbare, and faded will she get
before she boxes up the needle and thread?

when is enough, enough?

it'll be different this time, she muttered