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.