Straps

You tie me like a memory

but choke me with the knots 

you seek to tear me ribbons tea

I drink but can't taste thoughts 

I wish to tamper you with words

but these I know won't cast

a net to catch and dice you in thirds

one per every slash and fast

Cry but not with tears I trust

my eyes are dry fake water works

although for salt my eyes still lust

at least to showcase my empty thirst 

I'm taken my head but my feet

will stay upon the passive shore 

and once your torture is complete

I won't need these straps anymore