Esophagus

I'm just a rope.
an inadement object.
I didn't used to hope
now I wish I was useless.

Tied around gentle hands
spoken words of his demands.
I am too frightened.
I start to fall into knots.
I can't untighten....
or have any thoughts.

As I lay on the floor,
what have I done?
with a girl who thought she was secure enough
to be alone with someone.

I wish I could wrap myself around his neck.
Wish I was something other then someone's object.
If only I could pull tight.
Just so he will know his actions aren't right.

I'm just a rope, an inadement object.
This must be my fault, I think as I reflect.