a promise. a curse. written on a bond tag

in a night never to remember, in a place never to return to. cold wind whispering through lips made of leaves, dying threes barely holding up under the failing lamplights. the black bond tag on my hand, a white-ink pen on the other. a promisse and a curse, shaped in fading characters read only by my eyes, felt only by my heart:

one day i'll set myself free. until then, i'll have no choice but to love you.