Fading Memory

I remember when
you first closed your fingers
around my throat. And
my heart bled in my mouth, crushed
against my larynx.

I remember ’cause
it was on the Sabbath — though
you work — and I fell
dead — though you lie with me now,
breathing roses in my nose.


frapalymoWritten for #frapalymo (the German version of NaPoWriMo). Today’s prompt is: “a ten line text.”

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