Choking

Your hands are restricting me from inhaling                                                        
­The oxygen we are made to consume                    

                 I'm
            Running out of air    


Your palms are surrounding my neck                                          
In a tight
   hold                                                              


You're only my step-sibling

And I can feel myself fainting                                                         ­                   


We're inside my comfort room



I've felt this feeling                                                    


Multiple times before