Strings

They strangled me with string.

It was as easy as it seems

They tied me down to people

    They tied themselves to me

I sealed the knots myself

In the dead of night they came

    Pulling as lightly as they could

The laces of their strings

Laced with bared wire

Cutting into me

They all pulled away.

My arms

My legs

My hips

My heart

They'd all been anchored somewhere

Their strings held on with hooks

Digging in my skin

When they pulled away

They became to crawl within.

Every beat that passed

my heart felt missing

Every lifted foot step

fell short a mile of it's distance

An arm that never lifted

replaced with bricks

A hip moved around to dance

felt broken and out of place.

They crawled within, and broke me down

It was only the beginning.

My walls went under fire.

With whispers of desire.

With whims dangled in the air.

With thoughts one shouldn't dare.

Effective was the strategy.

All out of place.

All out of sorts.

My eyes rolled back.

My heart on leave.

My soul broken.

One tug was all it took.

The one with the deepest hook.
I gripped it with my hands.

I grabbed it with my nails

I groveled at it's demands.

Faint strips of blood came at first.

Like a prick on my skin,

and then a bubble.

Till lines appeared, from a hook,

The one that sunk me. 

Every grovel was to much to bare.

The hook sank in deeper,

Until to pull it out, was to bleed more.
I never learned to stop.

Not even as a child.

Not as an adult.

Why should I start now?

My mouth opened,

A dagger fell from my mouth

To the hook.

I killed the hook.

But the dagger worked on me as well.

All the strings combined,

Thick as vines

Red.

Wrapped themselves around

And Around

And Around.

Till suffocation

Asphyxiation.