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Feb 2014
Ana
She has caught me again.
For good this time
and she's not letting go.

Her skeletal hands are grasped firmly around my neck,
her nightmarish voice rings repeatedly in my head.

Each and every time I disobey her,
the grasp gets a little firmer
and the voice gets a little louder.

She never leaves.

She is slowly but surely killing me,
but without her
I am nothing.
Isobel
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Isobel  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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