Like a rubber band

around my finger 

pulled back by 

someone’s

hand.

Aimed at a child’s car

that is slowly dragged

in reverse 

engaging

the motor inside—

wheels held 

against the floor

pointing

towards the first domino 

that will fall all 

the others.

LET GO.

Scoring the surface, 

a mosaic of light

leading the rivers

to my chiseled fang.

LET GO

Passionate

power is killing me.

LET GO

I guess i’m not screaming

loud enough.

Please let go.

…and yet,

i welcome the dream

i could never

imagine.