Hangman. A poem.

I hang on your every word. Every nuance and subtlety tightens your noose and I gasp and grasp for air and the latency of truth. My limbs flail in puppet motions; I’m a paper doll with button joints, anointed in your sonic weave and desperate for your affection. Pull on this rope, hang me highContinue reading “Hangman. A poem.”