Fallen Apart, Held Together

Some knots don’t restrain. They release.

You don’t tie them down, you hold them down. The rope listens. Every question. Every answer. Rope is silence permission.

The hands go back, ankles bound together, chest wrapped, mouth open, just breathe. and felt the rope pull snug— be here now.

You watch their stillness. You watch them drop the weight they carry. The choices they make. And surrenders themselves to you.

The rope holds. You hold. They exhales. The ghost of every time you evolved without breaking.

Your fingers trace the lines written, reading the story you’ve wrote across there skin.

There pulse slows. Eyes close. They float—away from the world, and deeper into it. Into the safety of not having to be.

Whispered invocations cause thier body to shiver in recognition. Trust. Safety. Connection. They ream

Whispered invocations cause thier body to shiver in recognition. Trust. Safety. Connection. They Dream, They Play, They let it all fall away. Because Rope done right lets them fall apart. and holds them together in just the right way.