you wrap your hands around my throat and i am scared that you will not crush it.

this fear in my chest has lived for longer than i have been alive. it whispers in a language so crude i do not think a human tongue could speak it. it is restless and reckless and all consuming. it has no gender it has no age, it forgot its name so it calls itself a demon.

you wrap your hands around my throat and i can only hope.