My Ropes End

My face is tight as a ball of bands,
Waiting to be undone.

Jaws resembling an angry bear trap.

Nostrils flare like peacock feathers.

Heart racing through time’s equilibrium.

My cerebral cortex pushes about electrodes.

The thumping of my core bangs triumphantly,

Every pulse streaming through charged veins.

I stomp and roar, but no sound is heard.