wrapping around my neck,
a cuff smothering down everything
going in and out,
shutting down my pleas.
and as i gasp
or try for intakes
or just starve for air,
the more pleased the cuff becomes.
soon enough i'm holding on
to whatever portion of my throat
i have left to myself,
perhaps in hope of opening
a tear for just anything of air.
"just breathe"
the cuff is one to taunt.
"if i'm hindering your breath,
just breathe.."
"i can't—"
"even though i will hold
so tight you can only
hope or wish or dream for air,
just breathe."
"i can't."
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
wrapping around my neck,
a cuff smothering down everything
going in and out,
shutting down my pleas.
and as i gasp
or try for intakes
or just starve for air,
the more pleased the cuff becomes.
soon enough i'm holding on
to whatever portion of my throat
i have left to myself,
perhaps in hope of opening
a tear for just anything of air.
"just breathe"
the cuff is one to taunt.
"if i'm hindering your breath,
just breathe.."
"i can't—"
"even though i will hold
so tight you can only
hope or wish or dream for air,
just breathe."
"i can't."
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