you offered me a rope up,
your condescending smirk anchoring me to the spot.
i batted it away.
you dropped down praise from the sky,
waiting for me to lap up the false words like a dog.
i let it sink into the ground.
you showered me with gifts,
your money flying in five hundred different directions.
i gave them away.
because you with your magnanimous posture and your upturned lips looked down at me like a charity case.
you were too late.
i had already dug myself up from my self-imposed hole, my nails bleeding, my wrists broken, my lips chapped.
but i was alive and breathing.
and you were just standing over there, with the cameras flashing behind you, trying to save a person who had already saved herself.