Outrun

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I wear flowers in the buttonhole
they wither away leaving a fragrance
to work as an applique
to conceal un-darned, damaged fabric
of my once celebrated existence

I wear smiles to ease interactions
but the bobbin that held me together
seems to be running out of thread
fresh supplies have dried up
in absence of meaningful contacts

I will accept my place in the attic
not as a heirloom to be restored
but something tucked away
for lack of time or attention
till the next spring-clean

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17 thoughts on “Outrun”

  1. Very nice! I especially enjoyed these lines ❤️

    “I will accept my place in the attic
    not as a heirloom to be restored
    but something tucked away
    for lack of time or attention
    till the next spring-clean”

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  5. I’m reading this from the perspective of the tuxedo….even if you didn’t intend that….I LOVE reading it this way. My days were celebratory at first…and I was worn out and about with others too…but now I’ve been placed in the attic..almost as a memento. You’ve used the terms so well here I don’t even think about the prompt. I enjoyed this very much!

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