Strangle
I wake up
contemplating what I fell asleep thinking about,
what I will
and have continued to continuously contemplate.
The spark of
confusion that lit my heart and poisoned my soul,
attacking
the love that once resided there.
Pulling out
the love that remains,
with an
infectious evil grin,
she knows
she is dying,
as she flops
like a fish,
gasping for
water as air enter her lungs,
perhaps the
jolting of the heart is an electrical shock,
meant to
kill all emotions,
confuse the
soul so as to make it submerge
into the
unknown depths of the chambered heart,
tie itself
down with the perpetual heart strings
that are
only good at one thing;
Strangling.
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