I float and watch helplessly
as I tap the umbilical cord
into motion around my neck;
cutting off my air,
blinding my eyes to reality.
Passive death by my own hand.
I am left to bounce around
my dank surroundings blind and foodless
until someone cuts me out.
It is not until I am saved from myself
that the cord is severed,
the knot untied.
It is not until I am saved from myself,
cut from my dark environment,
the knot unraveled,
that I realize
my small tap has not
my life undone.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:36 PM UTC
I float and watch helplessly
as I tap the umbilical cord
into motion around my neck;
cutting off my air,
blinding my eyes to reality.
Passive death by my own hand.
I am left to bounce around
my dank surroundings blind and foodless
until someone cuts me out.
It is not until I am saved from myself
that the cord is severed,
the knot untied.
It is not until I am saved from myself,
cut from my dark environment,
the knot unraveled,
that I realize
my small tap has not
my life undone.
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