#InvisibleThreads

The invisible thread on my fingers keeps tugging me to a place.
What's in my fate now, makes my heart race.
Stumbling, I follow the pull of the string.
In the abyss of nowhere, I hear a kid sing.
Not an enchanting melody as one would describe,
But like a raven's song, pointing a heartbreaking demise.

Her eyes are swollen, her tears ran dry.
As she keeps pulling the string, hoping someone would arrive.

"Who are you?" I ask, tentatively holding on to my sanity.

She wails like a broken record and asks, Why don't you hold me?
'For I am you, just from the time I was abandoned.
Tell me now, will you help me? Or you're also too disgusted from me to shelter.'

I stood there stunned, looking at her disheveled state.
And yet,...