Delicate Noose.

It's the dark

that entails me

buried deep

in my bones.

Haunted tales

of uncertainty,

so far from

what they call - 

''a moth to a flame.''

*

Never far

from the shade..

like a bird

under the wing

..So soft, 

she moves through me,

she removes me,

removes me

and all untethered things.

*

So slow,

I fall..

untie me

untie me 

now...

*

The games, we played

upon the statues

of my heart.

You crawled, 

my way

like a cancer, a death wish; 

a delicate noose.

*

(No more,

I pray

Can I get through this,

get through this..

delicate noose? )