Spiraling suspension
Gargling asphyxiation
Synchronizing
With splattered, spreading
Drool and blood
As the noose itches
In each revolution
I see my culprit in glimpses
Having been pushed
To breakage
As the last sensations of hate
Fade
Withering nerves twitches
I could rationalize
All my failings
Till they convicted you
And arrest you
With guilt of my demise
Letting you suffer the pain
Of my internal stitches
There are
But two of us
And I would blame this
All on you
But I have no foot to stand on
Alas my spine is broken
I want to say
You pushed me over the edge
But the irony stings
As I realize you have no hands
Author notes
A bit of a convoluted write, have fun with it.
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scared
I was frightened as i read this. Truly. The smily face beneath this text is a paradox .
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