Thursday, May 20, 2010

slow death

You are my ivy
a quiet sprout
creeping along my surface
slowly attaching yourself to me
secretly spreading your tendrils
silently overtaking me
and then I cannot breathe
you strangle me
suffocating my life
to grow stronger while I suffer
I am yours.
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1 comment:

  1. lizridesbikesMay 20, 2010 at 8:05 PM

    I wrote this randomly during a class I was supposed to be paying attention in, on a day that I felt like it was just too hard to breathe.

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Hey, thanks for commenting. Please keep it respectable and mostly PG. Thanks, Liz.

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