The Screw by Tanya Cochran

The Screw

by Tanya Cochran

I do not stand alone,

He holds me,

Firm between thumb

And index.

He presses me,

I do not resist

His nudge

And feel myself

Break the surface

Of my new stronghold,

My fresh foundation.

Slowly he drives

Me deeper,

Deeper still

Into my destiny.

It is easy,

But with each twist

Of his tool

I lose freedom

I lose breath

I lose life.

I Lose Life,

and I spin

Into my own

Coffin.