The Ropes
There's a room in a house thats filled with ropes
The ropes are strung out and partially frayed
They're tightly bound from left to right and they serve no purpose
There's too many of them to count in an otherwise empty room
They're not carnal and theyre only metaphorical every. other. line.
The ropes go right through me pretending that I'm the ghost in this house
They spear right through my skin and stay perfectly still and silent
They leave no shadows, they feel no fear
They leave me stranded but attached
and yet,
They comfort me.
Written: June 5th, 2021
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