Strangled.
I feel strangled.
My throat. My words.
My mind. My thoughts.
They push against the barrier, compressing an urge that fights viciously; an attempt at freedom.
A current so strong, it rocks me as it pushes and pushes and pushes against the collapsing walls of my throat and mind.
Until.
They become weak.
Their resolve lessens.
Their fight decreases.
Sluggish.
The current barely still alive.
The thoughts dimming, the words barely a lost whisper.
And, then.
Nothing.
Stagnant.
They remain.
Eventually, lulling into the bleak emptiness, giving into the monotonous rhythm of obedience.
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Assorted Short Stories
RomanceFrom time to time, when I'm so far into my procrastinating that I'm even avoiding writing FNT, I end up on Tumblr for hours (I'm a sucker for high resolution pictures that speak to my heart) Anyway, often when I'm scrolling through Tumblr, I see a p...
