the strings you pull are tight restraining my breath, breathe
you repeat the words like a mantra, 
is this love love. are strings
meant for 
necks? or arms
are they strong enough
to catch my fall
hang me like a
noose, or will
they break.
will i slip
through
the 
cra
cks
dee
per
into, 
love
love.
the 
cr
ac
ks
are 
slim, 
but i
am 
slim
mer.

s
l
i
p.