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Hating Him I hung on your last word,
but you found me dangling
from the ceiling
of your mouth
and, with
a concerned brow raised,
you feared I would
choke on that word.
So you kept it from me,
thereby loosening the noose.
The knots in my throat began
because I knew
I suffocated you
and that you were trying
to hold on
as tightly as I.
And maybe all I needed to hear
was silence
falling off your tongue,
but it still killed me.
