He asked me for a line,
To pull him to shore
Poor boy, floating on a sea of deadlines.
I threw him some rope
For I had coils and coils, woven around my legs
Couldn’t even see the start
Nor the end
Next my friends.
We jump rope
All giggle and glee
My friends
Want to jump off a cliff
Bungee jump
They need to be safe
Threads pull taut
Against my skin
They look up to me.
Fun
And loyalty
And love
They come to me
Lost happiness; problems run amok
Biting and tearing
I lasso them in
And they’re taken away
But remain in my pen
They look up to me.
The next one has ambition
But no path
Oh, well
Would anchoring just one more person,
hurt?
The cords dig into my flesh now
She climbs up towards me
Takes a little more
And tosses it upwards,
Continuing to climb
I wait for her to look back
All I can see
Is her shadow
Gratitude
And loyalty
And love
I love my ropes
People praise me for by boundless ropes
They see them biting into me
“A winning quality”
They say
“A fashion statement to flaunt”
Angry red burns
under my clothes
A masochistic pleasure
Something only I could pull off
FUN
gratitude
And…loyalty?
love?
They look up to me
No.
They’re looking up at me.
Watching as I’m hanged.
I gasp. I choke.
My fingers outstretched
I look for my ropes
My beautiful, bountiful ropes
To throw down
But my beautiful coils of rope
Had become
A noose
around my neck
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