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Strangling Heartstrings
Prose from SHS.
So tangled,
one could not move without
effecting the other.
A hand pulls a string
knocks the other one’s
cup spilled on the table.
A walk to the kitchen
and it’s tossed the sleeper’s head
violently to the side.
An inching to the door
sends the tumultuous lover
sprawling across the floor,
wrapped in chords;
flailing.
Occupied, all the slack
that one might have just made it out;
gone, and
obligation bound.
One does not heed the ever-constricting
mess of tethers
hanging from their limbs.
One spends their days collecting them
with nimble hands,
twisting them into something more useful;
finite and deadly.
Thanks for reading! If you like my style of prose, please make sure you follow the Bits & Bones publication, where I’ll be dropping short speculative non-fiction Mondays and Wednesdays!
This excerpt is one of many that I’ll be posting to Medium from the collection Strangling Heartstrings (a memoir in prose).
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