Poetry

Poetry

The words
strangle me
and I die everyday.
Perhaps
I’m addicted to dying
or is it the thrill
of losing my breath
when the words constrict
and I can’t speak?
The only thing
left at the end of
each day
is my lifeless body,
and a handwritten
eulogy, entitled
poetry.

 

 

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