Grips me in her cold talons once more
Stealing the breath from my lungs
My heart beats down the doors of its cage of bones
Feeling the darkness
Loving the darkness
Knowing the darkness
Much better than knowing my thoughts
Every inch of me is moving
Yet I'm still folded up in this chair
Waiting for the darkness to envelop or move on
Shaking apart from the inside out
Wishing her grip would tighten
And tighten
And tighten
Until the talons break.
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