unpick my stomach from my body
as carefully as one would a seam
knit my oesophagus in pipes
so that I can't choke down food
sew my lips shut with precision
crafter, free me of temptation.
colour me into the image
of unadulterated perfection
braid my neurons into a mask
turn my body into my jail
weave a cell from my organs
create something from this nothing.
i am nothing, craftswoman
make me incapable of evil.












