Tug of War

By Jessiibear

Fri, 23 Apr 2021

3 comments

Our rope strains.

Snaps in half.

A table toppled.

A dealt deck, confetti.

An 80s record wrecked; a silent song.

Your brain is a towel, wringing out.

Dripped, dropped

onto tile.

Will I slip in it? Hit my head?

End up in hospital, inhospitable,

in a room

with white on white on

black?

Our ruined rope,

thick and twisted, beckons in the abyss

behind my

Lids and bids Us

Farewell.

Permalink Submitted by Di_Hard on Fri, 2021-04-23 15:42

I found this powerful and distressing to read it holds so much emotion

Permalink Submitted by Jessiibear on Fri, 2021-04-23 16:39

Yes. There's a deep well of something harrowing here for sure. Thanks for your comment

Jess

Permalink Submitted by Nolan on Sat, 2021-05-01 20:59

Very original, good work. Nolan & By the way your profile picture is also just stunning.