Short, but sweet! Your rhythm made this poem fun to real aloud, which is a hallmark of this piece; it leans into a broken-toy-come-to-life feeling, a somberness underlined with small panic at the state of things, but an inability to do anything but watch! The imagery explores the thread theme quite nicely, and the return to a singular phrase lent well to the nursery rhyme aesthetic. Really nice poem!
And this deal with wings popping out of someone's back is an interesting glimpse into something greater. Is there anything more you would say about this unnamed person, or is xe a one-off image? Interesting nonetheless, especially when it hides beneath a poem it seemingly has no connection to? Maybe a thread can be drawn between the two, and the two pieces sewn together?