Claws Poem by Silas Rosalie Dumont

Claws



tonight is just one of those nights
where I lie and vaguely ideate
something around my neck
tightening
choking
strangling
I don't know why I'm doing this
by most accounts today was good
but it's these emptier nights
when my default of confused panic
has nothing off of which to feed
that the demon creeps in


i can't die yet
i have too much poetry to read

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