Poetry: Tired

It was a meager attempt to push through these transitions
engaged in media res, back and forth we go sans introduction.
I must escape you. one word at a time, sever your mutant ties,
frantically turn the pages to reengage in a story I wrote, 

straddling the climax, for once, release with a new resolution.

Spent, I find myself laden with machinery, determined fingers 

having pitched my turmoil to anyone who would stand still
It is too late for a rewrite, these characters are in my blood
All I really want now is for you to fade away.