Short Writing Pieces

Acoustic hands

I am sick
Of wrapping the rope around my wrist
Pulling and screaming
Every fucking day
Just to keep myself from tearing in two
I am walking backwards through my whole life
So fixated
On grabbing ahold of every string I can
Because I've let so many slip out from between my fingers
But these strings are violent
They're snapping and tearing into my palms
Pulling every which way
I keep gripping them
But my fucking hands are so fucking bloody