#strangled
stuck, like in mud.
drowning, like in water.
strangled, like in air.
lost, like in myself.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC
I just went to bed
left you on Read
I did it on purpose to mess with your head
Laid in gossamer sheets
tinged sickly red
with the blood of words
that went unsaid
hard to deny
who made the bed
who caught whom
in whose spinnerets
Distraught with rotting thoughts
locked in my own stocks
stalking twisted halls
the clocks have all stopped
Stuck in my head
kicking myself
with broken knees
and buckled legs
struggling to free myself
from myself
Entombed by one I never could deceive
darkness abounding when all that I need
is to catch the right light
and stop trying to fight
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
Tangled within each other against the bed
Intense eye contact held throughout,
Your blooded hands wrapped around my bare throat,
Squeezing
Trapping
Encapsulating.
Sat across my stomach,
Your titan grip constricts around my neck
Crushing my weaselly windpipe,
Savagely
Murdering
Beautiful.
As my life seeps away
Your loving, murderous grip holds tighter,
I smile at you and you at me,
Give.
Me.
More.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
I am choking, on the things left unsaid;
I am drowning, in their dread.
Smothered by the weight of my own tongue;
Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung.
My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus;
Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus.
That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate.
Until then, I'll slowly ,asphyxiate.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
you're the kind of love
that makes me reach into the dark
and accidentally grasp
onto what I think is your heart...
what I thought was your heart
is really just a snake...
a snake (that is indeed alive, unlike our love) that wraps it's life around my heart
and suffocates me
until I can't reach
into the dark
and can't open my eyes to glance at your silhouette over me.
maybe I imagined you during my death... or maybe you actually did 'love me enough' (or so you said)
to watch me gasp for air
but you just watched...
but hey, I guess it's okay. leave me in my tombstone.
no visits are permitted to you.
thank you for your love (not really)
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC