At the end, my hand
Nor my fingers trembled as
I grasped her pale neck.

sadness grips my neck in a choke-hold
its hands cold and rough to the point in which
I don't know if I can escape with life left in me.

i want to feel your lips on mine
your teeth on my neck
your hands in my hair
or on my sides
you wrapping yourself around me
gentle but firm words whispered in my ear
hear your gasp as we make contact

i think
your neck
is a delicacy
soft
smooth
bitter
and sweet.

i feel like
uncertainty
is pinching my flesh.
pinching my elbows
my ears
on my neck
my ankles
my stomach
my nose
my toes
this
uncertainty
won't leave me alone.

Claw my big heart out
String my organs to a big tree
Break my ripped neck out