An invisible hand, invincible;
seems to be squeezing her heart.
Suffocating, a bleeding, blinding blur.
Her panting, dying breath in sync
with the ticking clock.
Counting, anticipating the end of time;
the end of her painful times.
Her skin is on blaze, a raging flame;
and she choked by its smoky ash.
Her thoughts feel naked, as if the veil
over her emotions have been stripped off ;
her existence being pulled away,
without a caution, shattering cohesion.
I can feel every word you have written. Great piece.
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Thanks a lot 🙂
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