The Possession
With seemingly little effort,
the rope sails through the air
and tightly encircles my neck.
The rough texture of the cord
chafes the delicate area of my skin.
The restriction feels both familiar
and oddly comforting
as the desire for escape
eludes me.
as the desire for escape
eludes me.
Secure in his possession once again,
he smiles assuredly to
himself as he turns and walks away.