Lurking on the shelf just above my head
is a dispenser of tape that wishes me dead.
It sits there waiting, knowing I'll need it someday
when it will seize its chance and innocence betray.
It's longing to wrap me in miles of stickiness
and squeeze and squeeze 'til I've no more airiness.
Then around my head it will twine and twist
until finally I crack and scream "Desist!"
Then with a smarmy leer, 'twill unwind,
leaving me shaken and gasping and fearfully inclined
to suspect tape in dispensers and even in rolls
of plotting my demise and stealing my soul! |
Submission Name: Affixed and Asphyxiated
