1
.
Rachel Lovelace
A black ribbon,
smooth,
silky,
my
from
slithers
fingers to wrist
constricts. I
cut
in two, but they hit the floor
it
dancing, mocking, tripping me. Frustrated,
catch the wriggling ribbons.
I
pop under my as 1 tear them to
Fibers
finger nails, pieces.
The ribbons catch my like strings on a marionette,
ankles and wrists
they twist and pull Desperate,
I
I
But
me until I am tangled. ft'om my body. bum them.
them
rip
now their ashes smoke of their taunts. So,
seal
I
and shove the jar on the I
But
free
crave
I
taunts
fears
need .
disgusted
.
.
.
.
I
carry
it
.
my
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
my
its
close
weight
it
hands .
.
.
.
.
shatters
.
speculations.
throw the jar down
it, I
.
.
.
.
.
my jeans ... on my hands my eyes ... in my mouth
on in
southern adventist university legacy 5
.
end the cycle.
to
ashes on the floor
.
.
.
.
—heavy
sick need for ...
.
close jar
day and night
My arm aches with Frustrated with
.
back on the shelf
it
the jar
open So,
.
opening the jar
— shove
Open
.
from thoughts.
to feel the jar in .
.
.
contents:
its
speculations.
I
of my mind.
from them
thought.
I
can't put the jar
I
in a jar
farthest shelf
go through the day, or so
them
.
.
.