my hands tighten around your throat
your eyes open wide, in anticipation,
in surprise
why are you smiling you stupid bitch
don't you know
you are about to die
i tighten my grip even more
your breaths are but
bated gasps
but you smile, a twisted smile
stroke my arms
with gentle clasps
i let go and step back
you are one sick woman
thats for sure
now you are encouraging me
putting my hands back on your throat
begging for more
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
