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#strangled
stuck, like in mud. drowning, like in water. strangled, like in air. lost, like in myself.
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Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 1:11 PM UTC
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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
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
Flyder
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.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
her Hands around my Throat
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.
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
asphyxiation.
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)
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
dead love for you, my love