Wolfpack Press

Rope

Back to Article
Back to Article

Rope

Becca Luman

Hang on for a minute...we're trying to find some more stories you might like.


Email This Story






Darkness entwined with

Rattling ropes that never cope.

Anxiety wrapped in breathlessness

Tied strands, bands, fear and burned.

 

Hopes up, down, and around

Swinging relentlessly as Hades captivates the

Whirlpool of lost tightened souls on a rope.

Darkened light as the gyre hugs

The lost souls like a rattlesnake

Constricting each victim one last time

Before devouring its own rope body

Lost in a system of no return

 

Let it burn, let it burn, rope burn.

Hope is for those dopes.

Tie a brick to a rope instant defeat

Midnight glows and darkness shows hear your call

Time to entangle those lost in your constricting soul

Whip, Thrash, Down the hatch, winding shut.

 

Watch the heathens of the underworld vanish as demons

Whip their pointy dark-hearted tails as you sail by

Whip, Whip, Thrash, Bang down the tripwire

What a joy to inflict upon your own worst sin upon one’s own kin.

As if a ghost strangling a haunted calliope with a rope

Wrapped in duct tape and smashed in a cloud of hellish smoke.

 

Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Navigate Left
  • Rope

    Poetry

    The Lines

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Vantablack

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Does Polly Want a Cracker? (Winner Lee County Aspiring Authors Contest)

  • Rope

    Poetry

    I’m Drowning

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Puddle Watcher (Winner Lee County Aspiring Authors Contest)

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Evolution of a Spectacle

  • Rope

    Poetry

    The Red Balloon

  • Rope

    Poetry

    True Adventures Lie at Night

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Life in the Dominican Bodega

  • Rope

    Poetry

    Galesburg, Illinois (Winner Lee County Aspiring Authors Contest)

Navigate Right
The student news site of South Fort Myers High School
Rope