There is a ribbon.
There is a string.
One that remains stronger than any two rings.
A connection so great.
A connection so tight.
The ribbon keeps me tethered with all of its might.
Aching in my hands.
Aching in my heart.
Praying and pleading we won't break apart.
The ribbon it twists.
It warps.
And it bends.
And soon it will start to develop split ends.
Oh how it stings.
Oh how it burns.
To tug on a string that may never return.
I want you to listen.
I want you to know.
No matter how much it hurts, I'll never let go.
The thread's edge cuts.
The thread's edge bleeds.
Dripping with my soul,
bringing me down to my knees.
The ribbon, it moves.
It vibrates.
And it shifts.
Hope filling my heart, and causing it to lift.
Finally something.
Finally finally news.
As the ribbon leads me closer, and closer to you.
...
I run along its length.
Rope burn stains my palms.
My heart throbs with anticipation.
My fingers graze the conclusion of the ribbon.
But there is nothing.
The end of the thread flaps in the breeze.
For you had left long ago.
And all I can do
Is wrap it around my finger tips.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
