Please, I have done what you asked.
I burned it all for her.
I wrench the parchment from my pocket,
fingers shaking, chest convulsing, screams eviscerating my throat,
shattering the silence that smothers my lungs,
Nothing has changed.
No matter what I do,
it cannot change.
No matter how many I kill,
she will still –
I am done, tired
of being trapped
I cannot cheat my own hands, tears
drip down my face, dragging me
to a fate I detest.
The sky oozes crimson, tatters
of hope cascading like confetti, the red
hot string rips into my skin,
the scythe smirks against my palm, her name
pulversising my brain, my body
thrashing against her chains
Just once I cry,
let her live and me die.
I will fight till she is safe and sound, or I
am broken and bleeding, bound
in my puppeteer strings,
dead to the damnation I will bring.
