Deep in rust

My legs lock.
The air scrapes my throat.
This is only in my mind.
I hear the cranks.

No I will not move.
I cannot.
If only I moved.
My motivation is not helping.

I turn my head and the brown flakes fall.
The ground litters with my past.
My future, yet to fall upon the ground.
Take my hand, take my rust.

In Toe

Sweetness let the ropes go,
Pass the knife.
Nolong do I feel unbound,
My new friend the ground.
I have found my door,
Tie me to the floor.
Walk not around,
I know how much you like the sound.
My escape is lit above me,
I'm just to weak to see.
Please don't leave me,
It's a painful tease to need.