strangle me
until the blood curdles in my throat.
bruise my ribs
allow the air to slice through my lungs.
just allow me
help me to feel something.
i cannot deal with this easy acceptance i have acquired -
to the blunt knives being shoved into my gut.
feed my soul with cigarette smoke
and i'll laugh at the irony
i hope.
maybe graze your knuckles against my temple
mark your territory.
then place the bullet
inside my skull
but
please help me
to feel
something.
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