the strangler

bold, though i knew not
just where the hook caught
trenching pain in place.
cold, though the sunshine
cut through a bruised vine
deep in velvet space
slow, though my lungs fought
thick glue and blood clot
wrapped in neon grace

i sleepwalk all night
and never save you
i wake each day
and never escape
don’t leave me where
i cannot find you,
where demons prey
my sordid dreams


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