Tons of Ribbons, Ropes, and String.
Flying around you,
wrapping around your fingers and thighs
swirling up and down your brain.
But none of them can tie you down.
Running towards an impenetrable bliss of freedom.
The ribbons surround you-
and you- yourself build a cage.
There is no more rebellious spirit,
just a little girl dying on the floor.
Unexpected ribbons defying matter,
pushing the bars of gravity.
Each string graciously weaving inside-
the body of her deteriorating memories.
Flowing ethereally through the past.