thread

(I just had this strange thought that this thread is thin and brown, and, if taut, can cause a cut if a finger were run across it. I picture this thread changing into a sunflower yellow, a cottony texture, slipping through this blog whenever I speak of something happier, its plush fibres momentarily thinned as it emerges through the needle-made point. It's occasionally scarlet, when I write more passionately and sensually. It is silken then, and lasciviously slides through. Thick, black thread is stubbornly resistant. Then, casting off restraint, it violently penetrates the fabric with anger.)