At first it was just a caress.
He stroked my throat as I shivered.
His hand came closer,
His fingers reaching further.
And before I knew it
His whole hand palmed my neck.
It was light at first,
Like a scarf, warm and pleasant.
It grew tighter,
And tighter,
And now its too tight,
Wound like a boa constrictor around my neck,
It tightens each day.
Too hot, too much pressure, those sweaty palms clamping down like jaws...
I'm starting to lose conciousness,
Starting to fade and to give in,
To drown in obscurity...

Help...
I need clarity...