strings / thin, tenuous, hard to grasp / though still connected / not entirely forgotten connected to what? what happens / when we pull / when we reel in / when I become slightly less unwhole / for a moment reverse the rot / bring back the pain / mend just to feel the shattering again I remember / and thus know why / we forgot what I want to know though / is something else / something more fearsome / why did we keep those threads? why did we give ourselves / a replay button / for every stab / every beating / every touch / every whisper why can't we just disintegrate / for good why / can't we ever seem / to let go of each other all i see / all i can map out are tiny glints of those below / and the edges / the borders of their pit no silver have I / none will let down a rope let them rot we're only passing by