She
is many things
most of them are tired of falling apart
and each step she takes away from the hook that beckons, the noose that sings,
each step a little more of the thread that binds her up rips-
she is caught on the past and it is tearing herself off
but
maybe those parts weren't needed anyway
YOU ARE READING
helium
Poetrypoetry collection. mostly so I can find it later on, but hey, feel free to read.
