9/22/23
A pair of hands
forever on my throat
choking me
slowly
I move the collar
of my beige shirt
but it won't work
its hard to swallow
but I still try
while it still tightens.
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Poetry
PoetryJust poetry that I write. Most of it is sad and I will try my best to include trigger warnings.
Strangle
9/22/23
A pair of hands
forever on my throat
choking me
slowly
I move the collar
of my beige shirt
but it won't work
its hard to swallow
but I still try
while it still tightens.
