Gagged by mid summer humidity,
Sweat beats dance around the hairline
But still angelic I stand
In front of you I seem so fragile
An oragami swan-
No feathers, no flight
No fight
Neck is caught in your ten finger vice grip
and all of your might asphyxiates me
while half heartedly drag nails down your buttery forearms
my eyes plead with your brown eyes
choke out words of reason
but I'm in the hands of a monster
I always knew you were the means to my end
if only you knew I was playing dead.
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