Synthetic

Secondary

like always.

Nothing I’m not used to.

Spark again the string that I show on my sleeve

and pull and tug until it is worn bare and thin.

Fire eating what is left of it so I may

unwind a bit more of myself for you

and make sure you have something to toy with.

Make sure they know that I am not leaving unless I must,

I’d rather burn to death,

be pulled apart

than let them win in this game

they probably don’t know we are playing.