thread of life

I am hanging from the thread of life,

bonded with love and affection.

I can hear it squeaking as it

s t r e t c h e s

past its limit, threatening to snap

and allow me an escape from this torture.

I jump,

I scream,

I pull,

I wish,

I wait,

I cry,

I yank,

and yet the thread merely

s t r e t c h e s

past its limit, threatening to snap

and allow me an escape from this torture,

but too scared to do it.

I can't do this any longer.

I eye the pair of scissors within my reach.

I swing like a pendulum,

grasping onto the deadly weapon,

and snip the thread,

but the thread doesn't snap.

I snip,

and snip,

and snip,

and snip,

but the thread doesn't snap.

and that's when it became clear,

the thread will never snap,

will never allow me an escape from this torture,

unless you say so, because

you're controlling my thread of life.