The air betrays her
And wraps around
Her thirsty throat
Like a boa constrictor
Squeezing until
Her words get clogged
Like hairs in a sink
And she is clawing
At her silent throat
As if burrowing
To retrieve
Something to help her
Breath before its to late
-
Her heart speeds up
As if it's vibrating
To match the rest of his body
Shaking in her boots
Until they wear out
Down to the sole
As her soul
Tries to leave her body
And succeeds to a 3rd person
Watching herself seizure
Until everything goes black
-
Quivering in fear
As if she swallowed
Her liars tongue
Choking it back up
Before its too late
And it is too late
As the clock strikes
The innocent midnight
And your carriage
Is turned into a pumpkin
