I'm choking.
Oh stranger,
let me dim during your company.
Touch me whilst I die.
My skin is too pure,
it's only ever known hurt
and felt sorrow.
Keep my sculpture
warm.
Let my identity slip your mind;
let me be this stranger
that inhibited my body
so long ago.
If you then soothe this
wipe my tears;
my future seems to be
a long, chesty cough.
But for the time being
I am choking, stranger.
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Bethany Louise Rose
8th November 2015
@ 12:53 am
