Threats.
That's all you have
But how they own me.
With hands around my neck
A noose thrown over a rafter
Step ladders and blindfolds.
A sweet breath against my ear
Caressing words of coming doom,
You will undo me.
Like tight knots with soft hands.
Dark black eyes that beckoned me
Summoned me back to life
Awakened to your danger.
Your beauty marked a trail.
You called out my name
Over and over,
X marked over the ledge.
An exit to my left,
Sins can turn to tragedy
So I left with the morning sun.
Your threats but shadows,
Cast but will never come.
-Noemi Garcia Rigsby
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