The Rope

Running. Shadows creeping, sneaking around corners. Bring back the fire now. Hang yourself for she has given you fists. Like a backwards rolling pumpkin, strike yourself. Gold cups with wine. Drink. Cold, sweet. She gave you willingly! More shadows. Engulfing you like fire. Bring back the fire. Have you ever been in the backseat? This isn't the way to blow off steam. I will be believing in you now. Pulling hard on the rope. The circle opening for your neck. Just one snap. Gone. Gone. Gone. I need something more for tonight. Black light. Crack. Cold