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Choke.

oh the sweetest thing, to inhale the air around my being. to be denied it lays next to torture and treats it like a friend and embraces it without shame. unable to move. a pin prick, simple and dangerous hath put me in this paralyzed state. unseen eyes look upon me satisfied as my mind races and my throats intruder holds it’s ground. the metallic taste in my mouth as the copper coated death is threatening me from the inside becomes unbearable. i close my eyes and embrace the outcome. “hello old friend...i missed you too.”





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