March 31, 2024.


windpipe tankas

The words are broken
Ivory column fractured
Choking and wheezing
You call for the accolades
I cough up blood and turn blue

Air is like concrete
Winded before I could run
- Or consider it
Yet you demand promises
before I can leave with them

A clear preference
My silence, at your mercy
Cried resignation
You wish this moment could stay
You wish me suffocation

Please don't go looking
I just need the time to steep
Sink into something
Sweat out the sin and madness
Purge myself of your poisons




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-04-01 at 01:16

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