rough.

cause the last time i choked
you were clogging my throat
ripping limb from limb.
pouring through my veins
you’re making me insane
telling me that the flow of my
natural rhythm was feigned.
i can’t tear out your eyes
for the truth but for lies
i would gladly tear out your heart.
where can i even start?
the anatomy of pain is twisted
like my feelings in your palms
you wrung them out
as if to shout
“fuck off! or you’ll die by my hand.”
so i died.
and was buried in weeks of tears,
a months worth of fears.
and you’re with me even still
cause the last time i choked
you were clogging my throat…