He breathes on my neck.
Hot piercing air,
“It’ll take just a sec.”
I close my eyes.
He finds joy
In my cries.
He’s now got his hand
on my throat.
And I cry as I’ve lost
all control.
His grip only gets tighter.
I fight for air,
As my head starts feeling lighter.
But he’s got this hold on me,
As death slips through my lips.
That’s what he came to see.
“You deserve a life full of pain
Anything less
You won’t maintain.”
He spit the words out in anger
To my limp body
In danger
“You deserve a life full of pain”
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