#strangulation
Writhing, wroth and seething anger.
From this fool arose the urge to strangle.
Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon.
An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon.
From this worthless, living man lies the issue.
As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue.
From this mental fantasy I finally awake.
Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 11:42 AM UTC
Withering by the prolonged waiting for someone is strangulation of euphoric flavor.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
The dogs above me
bark until I shut
them out. A metaphorical
strangulation of purity.
A weary progression
toward insanity.
Bukowski sits beside
me. Limp with the
dread of life
as I flip through his words.
I cannot find myself
because I am wearing my
lover’s socks and
praying to a god I know
does not listen.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC