Writing

SItting on a chair,

Waiting patiently as I rise

Into the heavens we go

Then comes the end of the rope,

And down the slope we go.

I like him 

but it won't work

He is so nice 

then why did he do that

I was safe, and he listened

was it just lust 

I should be happy 

What am I?

You say I’m a helicopter.

So I spin just to please you.

But why don’t you try

To understand my pain?

Can my heart slow?

O, shadow figure

You stand in corners

You hide from light

Don’t let her see you

Don’t let her feel you

You’re only a phantom

Five seconds was all it took for the heart to stop.

The thread was careful under my hands.

Inside of the sterile room one tear dropped

from who knows who. 

No one speaks of the safety. 

"Just another bite," it says as it claws away my flesh from the bone. "I'm helping you." 

She was.