The Book of Weston

There is a rope tied

tight around my ribcage

pulling inward.

Do you see it?

My soul is on the other end,

in the dark, tugging,

collapsing me away from this world.

Have you felt it, too?

If I resist much longer,

you will watch me disappear

into a dark hole

where my heart once was.

I love you, but I must go

where the rope wants me:

alone, at the center of myself

until it lets me loose again.