in the endgame
everyone stands on a line
they all wait
for those demons
to call their name
pull them in
and throw them away
just like yesterday
as their skin breaks away
and they crumble to pieces
like a statue, like Medusa
has sent her snakes to wrap
around their necks and their wrists
and force them to look at her
so i'll try my best
as hard as i can
and hold the water in the palm of my hand
and avoid those eyes
as much as i'd like to look away
i can't, and the scene unravels before me
and they all fall away
and i join the rest
in the endgame
YOU ARE READING
no strings attached
Poetrycompleted ---- i've got no strings to hold me down to make me fret or make me frown i had strings but now i'm free i've got no strings now, i'm free there are no strings on me
