So I kind of wrote some poetry that I'm not actually ashamed of. Originally I wanted to turn this into a nonfiction but my thoughts on the matter and this particular ghost of mine keeps recurring in my dreams and in one instance, woke me up in a dream [waking dreams are spooky] and i had to write about the feelings somehow.
opinions are of course welcome because this is still a wip
The waking dream was that he shoved me awake so I could witness him choking me before I woke up again sweating.
opinions are of course welcome because this is still a wip
ghost of mine (working title) said:Red strings binding tighter
shackled by this thread cutting into my skin
connecting us by this sick notion
that i thought i would marry you
the way you looked at me
gave the idea that you were just down the aisle
i tied this thin string around us instead
and we walked in separate directions.
i began to run not realizing-
it was in a slip knot.
my blood begins to spill from my neck
my skin breaks and cracks under the pressure
my hands bound behind
do i come or do i walk
tell me now so i can rest
release your hands from my throat
bite your tongue instead of my thigh
the string is pulled so tightly now
neither blades nor our teeth can rip the threads
they are bound together
in a single,
never-ending
rope.
The waking dream was that he shoved me awake so I could witness him choking me before I woke up again sweating.
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