Rope

My right hand reached up and grabbed the rope from which I sway. The forces that burn within me, that try to crush me, could agree on one thing – here I can no longer stay. So with one hand my Skeleton did lift, and with the other, it freed my neck from the rope that will forever be a home to it. I cried out but there was no sound to be made. A reminder that only my indivisible Skeleton remained. Pushed by the needs of Nothing and Reason, my work begins.