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Cold Fingers
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Together Forever Series I'm breathing deeply
in and back out again
trying to stop myself
from choking-
and falling into darkness.
You cold fingers around my neck
stopping ny words
inturrupting my thoughts
streaching me thinly
forcing me to succumber.
I stand outside myself
watching with pity
as my body goes limp
heavy in your hands
and you let me fall to the bed.
"A few small nicks," you begin the cutting.
go frida in poetry from wanna be lol
not bad tho not my cup of orange juice
ash
Much Love
Ashley
A few small nicks you begin the cutting. Greatness and almost godlike, I picture this poem as it happens. Very nice