Pedestal (A Poem)

And I still have bruises
From falling
For you

I still have scrapes on my hands
And cuts on my knees
From falling

That pedestal you put me on
Was too damned high
But I took that leap of faith
Jumped when you told me to

You placed me
Positioned me
Intricately
Precisely

Oohing and ahhing
Over the way that I looked
As I teetered
And tottered
And you loved it
As I windmilled my arms
And you complimented me
My skin was
Translucent
Under the bare lightbulb
You placed me
Under
The shadows danced along my jawbone
And you closed the closet door
Such sick joy
In my possession

I was
Tottering
Gasping for breath
Your pedestal was alarmingly
Restrictive
The noose around my swan's neck
Was tight
Tight like I used to be
Before you used me
You used me

And I snapped
The rope burn like a necklace
"A choker,"
I laugh to myself as I stumble
Into the rain-choked gutter
Outside your warehouse
Whorehouse

The rope snapped
And I stagger away
The scar around my neck
Proof of the impact of your affection

Your love was deadly


©2010 ~strawberry-goodness