Your fingers are clenched around my neck as if they represent a noose. The noose is extremely tight, but I've stopped trying to gain oxygen. I'm letting the noose pull itself tightly around my neck because if it wants to kill me why should I stop it? Your fingers begin to sweat from the heat your hands are making while they rub against me. I gasp but not in a way to survive. I gasp and let all of the air flow out of my once oxygenated body. I see your stone cold expression. You look as if you're excited to watch my body turn lifeless. I don't even think twice when my ears start to ring and my vision fades to black. The noose manages to let me loose as my lifeless corpse collides with the floor.
YOU ARE READING
To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
