Like Clothing

Can you imagine the amount of time people had mended torn clothing,

In an age where mass produced clothing wasn't as accessible as now?

Could you put yourself into perspective, where you might find that denim jeans stretch and thin until the threads come bare?

Imagine yourself, patched to hell,

Here and there.

When you scratch and claw at someone, tearing at them like you're trying to keep them there, keep them behind.

Your nails will claw and dethread clothes, but it's really their mind.

Skin will break, blood will flow, and all the things in between.

When you break a person of their will, there's no mending that spot.

There's only the in-between.

The in-between is the place where the mind comes to settle,

to... 'cope' and in which ways, an ugly scar might poke,

poke through to show, it's threadbare place.

In a world of pretty and ugly,

It's a scar for all the obscene.

So when you ask, when you state that 'a person is, among all else, a material thing'

I can agree. I can believe that it is like cloth, 'easily torn' and where mending counts most, 'not easily mended' because humans aren't cloth.

They're not so easily blended.