In hopes we'll trip
She cracks her whip
All round about our ankles –
We fight to cope
As we skip the rope
For it's hard to jump in shackles.
She spins around –
She stands her ground –
And we are forced to match it;
We have no hope
But jump the rope
That fells us like a hatchet.
She won't relent;
She won't repent
For all the damage done:
It's like a game –
It's all the same –
No match she hasn't won.
We wish she'd stop
But on we hop
Til one by one we fall…
Now we are hers –
She says no words –
But claims us, takes us all.
Emma Kortz is a writer, artist, and general creative mess who plans to pursue a career in writing but would act or sing almost as readily.