THE ROPE

[October 18th, 2026]

Some days be like

holding onto a rope

being dangled over an abyss,

a bottomless chasm of dark fire.

Holding on white-knuckled,

rope burn,

hands chafed and bleeding,

thighs cramping

to keep holding on

and holding on

and holding on

because if you let go

you won't die from the fall right away.

You'll just keep falling down

and down

and down

and down

and down

and keep falling deeper and deeper

into endless torment.

Some days you just hold on with everything you have

cramping and shaking

and begging G-d to move the fucking rope

somewhere, anywhere.

Some days the rope swings back and forth

and you think "I'm going to fall, this is the day"

and you keep holding on like a stubborn fuck

and everyone points and stares

and says "you're so strong" when you're just too fucking afraid to let go,

or worse, they tell you your rope is wrong,

or you're bleeding too much,

or "have you tried just climbing down?"

It seems at least once a week this happens

and I'm so fucking tired of it.

But several months ago every day was like this,

so I guess that's progress?

Dear G-d, I am begging You, move the fucking rope today.

Move it to an alley, move it to a desert,

move it to a tundra,

move it to a fucking Taylor Swift show,

I don't fucking care,

just give me a fucking break today.

I am tired, I am sore and bleeding

not just from the cracked hands gripping the rope

but bleeding out inside from an entire fucking life

full of days like this.

Please just give me a fucking break.