Strong hands
Tight grip
Curled fingers
Wrap around my throat
Can't breath
Fading breath
Blue lips
Eyes rolled back
Struggle
No release
Lungs burn
Heart slows
His white smile
Curved to perfection
Insane eyes glare
The intense stare into my soul
Begging thoughts
I slip away
Suddenly, the grip is gone
Air floods in
Sputter to the floor
A look of horror
What have I done
Strong hands
Tight grip
Lift me from the floor
Hold steady
Tears of sorry
Anguished sobs
No forgiveness
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