Frayed

Our lives are interconnected, 

red yarn, 

our heartbeats woven together.

Dependency, 

mutual breaths shared under the covers,

a bird that eats bugs off a rhino's back. 

When the spools unwind, 

When Death severs your thread, 

I will feel the recoil, 

I will unravel.  

Words on a paper, 

cold ink-stained fingers, 

will never be able to comb through my hair

as i cry. 

So no, I don't want your suicide note. 

I want to wrap you so tight

in a spool of thread that you

won't be able to reach for the scissors.