Ann-Marie Spittle

BOUND

Dare I move
Dare I try to break the bonds that you have caused me to wear
Your emotions freeze my muscles
Forever a prisoner of your dark oppressive moods

Bound hand and foot by your dark tirades
Your dark coils of neediness
Your transparent tendrils that cut into my flesh
They burn and bite like living things

Unbind me
Free me
Allow me to breathe
Cease your feeding

You stand there happy and triumphant
Knowing you are in charge
But wait for the rub
For soon I will be gone
For death in any form causes freedom of the soul

And soon I will be yours no more
Soon the air will be unfettered by your breath
And I will dance again in the sunlight
And you will shrivel up like a slug that’s been salted

And I will be
I will be
I will
I

Submitted for the November 2004 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Vinculum”