whisper

reddish strips like poisoned perfume
take hold the vine that
holds this body to
gather the rubble that’s left of
your desolation,
your apprehension?

don’t hold back, don’t hold on – don’t hold
my neck while your voice
is the one strangling.
silent stutters, all but silent
muffled tensions and
muffled resentment.

whisper in my ear, three words I don’t know –
hanging by the thread, that I told you so.

until you’re tugging at the open air, and
letting loose your grip, whisper
in my ear, the words
that will make me
sick.

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