I am caught between two sets of chains;
One digs into my flesh with patches of rust
Entering my bloodstream through old wounds
I gave myself in years before…
The toxins take action ever so slowly.

Another is of satin,
Gently caressing my knuckles
Making me happier—
I think—
Than I’ve ever been in my whole life,

But there’s pressure on my clavicles
As the pull becomes stronger.

I have cried over you
All the while I’ve been saying:
‘I love you’
For I know that I feel more deeply
Than you could ever feel
I see farther forward
Then you’ve ever dared to look,
And I’m trapped here with my
Adoration for you,
And I already miss you.