UNETHICAL MONOGAMY
by Chantelle Tibbs
I walk the tightest of ropes
My feet slip gripping a winding cord
Which makes its way up and around my neck
Toes twist in unnatural ways
To stay the course slammed into me
Since the mere thought I could ever one day flower
Tighter it squeezes
Every excuse to continue the squeeze
“No daughter of mine…”
“But I love you…”
“If you loved me you wouldn’t…”
Be me.
I taste vomit in my throat
The sound of my own bones cracking
My neck. My body.
What did she do?
What could I have done
Better.
Nothing.
I crawl the tightest prison wire
It constricts, contorts
I am tiny. I am broken. Dug into.
Penetrated, the irony.
Closing in on my heart
as it watches my demise.
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