Three Word Prompt: Drawstring Relationship

We are grommets along the edge of an old drawstring tucker.

You on one far edge and I, the other.

At first, though, we were close, were we not?

Life gathered fold upon fold and we together held in all the murky contents,

the feelings, the memories, the fears.

We held on.

Our fingers bruised at the junctures.

But the smull would not be contained forever, and at once, the edges were gripped / the edge ripped

And the contents dripped and then tumultuously spilled

Into the fallow field untilled

With no seeds to nourish or to poison; the earth has it all now.

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Oh you tucker pulled wide!

You damn' cretinous canvas

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Was it good for you?

It is not for me and my dearling.

A yawning canyon steeps beneath,

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Effluvia fomenting, relenting away.

I call from my loft

You cannot hear but I think that you waved.

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Oh you drawstring

You connect us/you separate us

You crevice

I crave us

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Look, you waltzer,

Your billy has boiled, your bile has gushed.

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Pull yourself back together

Pull us back together

Do it now.