rag doll

this ceaseless pain has spun its gripping threads around my heart

they have strangled and mangled a pitiful spool

i grab an end and try to pull and unwind

but get lost in all the excruciating knots

i pull harder thinking its a matter of persistence and strength

but my hands are bare to the bone from all the thin menacing cuts

so i resigned to this misery that has been stitched into me

i am exhausted and scissors aren't real.