Your hands hold onto my heart; suffocating me.
Each breath I take is quickly shoved out; hyperventilating could have never been this bad.
Haunted hands close around my throat. I feel my heartbeatin my eyes.
Is that me I heard scream? I'll never know.
Blood poors out my lips; dripping off my tongue, I taste the warmth of my life as it drains out of me.
But before I go I hang on to that one last thread of life that God has lent me and I ask you for a favor that just might be too much: Dont forget to shut the door on your way out.
I shut my eyes as you get up and walk away.
YOU ARE READING
Set me free
PoetryA compilation of journal entries, poetry, and freelance I've written.
