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     comotose, she watches him
     flipping the cigarette,
     sharp as a knife.

he knows.

     he wasn't perfect
     hell, he wasn't even okay
     so why did she need him?

he turns.

     it was a mistake
     she is mute - dumb and silent,
     unable to summon the words.

closer now.

     ten more steps,
     she notes idly,
     watching his hands.

his hands.

     she always loved his hands;
     it was a running joke (- may -)
     and yet - she really did.

her neck.

     she didn't bother fighting,
     it wasn't worth the effort.
     maybe just one more time...

it's dark.
©2008-2009 ~phoenixtx
:iconphoenixtx:

Author's Comments

ever been choked? and liked it?

only thing is, you need to trust your partner - what if things go bad between you two? then what?

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:iconkurenaixseito:
Yes. Yes.

And it's terrifying when things go bad...

This is beautiful, I love it.
Just what I needed to read today.
Thank you.
:iconxenatos:
its a terrible feeling... shudders...

--
Mind over matter, if u dun mind it doesnt matter
:iconmerlinfmct87:
Deeply, deeply creepy. Reminds me of one of the old film noir films from the 40s. Sex, death, and ambivalence.

I really love how you structured this poem. You seperated the changes in the scene from the backstory. It's almost like you merged two poems. It feels like a series of flashback scenes.

I really like it. Vivid.

Merlin

--
When I tell any truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but defending those who do.
-Wiliam Blake

Every prophet is a cannibal, Every poet is a thief
all who kill their inspiration and lie about their grief

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