mona

There exists a struggle
internally festering,
tempting and quivering

helpless and unable to resist
she dives, head first
breaking her neck on the cement bottom
that came far to quickly.

Dive

In the dark 
flickering assumptions dancing on the night
truth is in the mind unable to be seen
speaking is no use
give up and let go 

To fail is to surrender 
is it worth dying for?

Of course, she shrugged

control

I am squeezed
Into restraint, unable to 
Run..
Consuming consumes in this grip
The grip of overwhelming consumption
Glutinous masochistic nightmare,
face the facts.