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Strangulation felt like a kiss When I had not yet learned to breathe Tiny pulse spikes with each threaded finger applying pressure Lightheaded excitement dulling my sense of self Until I stumbled into your box, small enough to fit You closed the lid, left no holes for air You turned the key that hangs on your chest Taking all your time counting down my breaths
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
Bandaid on a Bullet Wound
Strangulation felt like a kiss When I had not yet learned to breathe Tiny pulse spikes with each threaded finger applying pressure Lightheaded excitement dulling my sense of self Until I stumbled into your box, small enough to fit You closed the lid, left no holes for air You turned the key that hangs on your chest Taking all your time counting down my breaths
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
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