Tether V

At the end of the line was a knife that could not cut, and a gun that could not be fired.
I’d had plenty of practice when I made up my mind. I was familiar with the position I was in. I was pretty damn sure I knew where this was going, and what needed to [...]

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Tether IV

I sat there. It allowed me to sit. Not where I had stood, but close enough. I could touch the line now. Look at it close enough to see the white dust that never went anywhere. I’d use my finger to erase parts of it, and then draw them back again, fixing that broken white [...]

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Tether III

I’d lean forward sometimes
(I’ll admit it, a part of me liked the way it felt)
Just to see if it was true
(It was comforting, how it felt firm, unmoving)
Or because I was bored
(I wondered how long it would take)
Or because I’d grown tired of staring
(A different perspective, to say the least)

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Tether II

I’d drawn a line, just before my toes, at the point in which I could walk no further. A simple line it was, simple and white, a slash across the floor, made from some chalk I’d found in my pocket. And there I stood, staring at where my feet met the line.

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Tether I

Tether me, simple
Just an easy noose will do
Nothing fancy, nothing complex
Loop circumstance round thrice
And knot it nice, you’d have it right
Make sure it’s tight.

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