Shredding Paper Dolls

amphigory being your only method of
(semi) organized escape,
i hope your tickingtimebomb words
never refrain from fluttering
against the cage you call a chest.
bias tape is wrapping
my hands to your slowly beating heart,
and i think the rhythm is ceasing to be musical.
you promised it wasn't a paroxysm -
it was an absolute -
but shredding paper dolls only serves to medicate grinding teeth.
lachrymose and vulnerable,
you said you could save me
from paranoia in twitching thumbs and
(hush, hush, darting eyes).
only a noose can save me,
i screamed into your chest through
bipolar tears and racing heartbeats.
my chained swallow broke your idea of savior,
and fit the pieces of dejection
and barefootconcretehopscotch
into a puzzle of social behavioral patterns.
we ate rejected words and re-vomited ideas
until our heads spun with rampant faith for suicidehomicide,
and you never really saved me in the end.

Good job, Ed! I like the "bias tape is wrapping my hands to your slowly beating heart" line the best.

I like that one, too. Thank you! ^^

I like it. This part in particular

and barefootconcretehopscotch
into a puzzle of social behavioral patterns.
we ate rejected words and re-vomited ideas
until our heads spun with rampant faith for suicidehomicide,
and you never really saved me in the end.