As sleep overcomes me,
my unsteady hands loosen their grip on the locket
and it slides through my fingers
and falls to the ground.

Tethered upon my shoulders,
          loose threads keeping me

from being decapitated

             from
             mundane consequences.

But,

What would happen If
            I'd  held my breath letting all the
air out.

deflated meanings of life,

                                               freedom..

my love for him
is intricately woven
into my body.
the loose ends are
tied in a perfect bow
on top of my heart.

is there any hint of reason
in this madness i've come to witness?
we tend to think there is
i tend to think the world is wrong
i've lost reason and i'm going mad
but you see nothing
in my madness you cannot witness.