darkness
is washing
over me
like
spilled
black ink
viscous
puddles
on my
skin
like oxygen-rich
blood
iron-tinged air
darkness is
icy breath
on the back of
my neck
skeletal
fingers
sensually
stroking
my spine
leaving me
no-comfort
cold
painful goose bumps
raised on my pale skin
darkness
is wrapping
its gray smoky
tendrils
around my throat
caressing me
like a lover
who does
not respect
my safe word
tightening
ever so slowly
into a noose
stealing
my breath
stealing
my voice
seeking
to obliterate
to lay waste
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