Grim: A Mid-day Strangling Phantasy

Crudely phrased, undeserving of your attention, please go check out my sapphic poems or 百合 (yuri) senryus instead, thank you.

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The work below contains heavy topic such as near-death experience, darkly thoughts, unapproriated way of phrasing one's language, that is all. (I made this on a phone so there weren't any applicable fonts, thank you for your understanding)

Title:
A Mid-day Strangling Phantasy
by Stu. T.H. (also known as Leon)

Work:
The tale began back in a time too long ago,
When I wasn't even a lad, just a young buffalo,
Was it by chance, in my third or fourth grade?
It was the first time, at school, that I've tasted--
The eerie sense of haunting death,
It chases after me with such longing, like a pet,
Even though we weren't of the same kind,
My Reaper had an unspoken vow, to be loyal pet of mine,
And it swore to make me it's,
I mean, imagine Death with a pair of t*ts,
That would be traumatizing, I know,
But that's the necessary introduction to the depravity, it shows--
That since I was but a toddler with no age,
Death has viewed me from behind its cage,
So back to the context, it was by mid-day that time,
We've finished lunch by then, because being late was a crime,
It was strict rules that we children had to abide,
So we hurriedly cleared the desks for some to reside,
That means some of us children were to sleep on hard tables,
While the rest were to sleep on floor straw mats, after clearing the cables,
So we stacked together like fishes in a can,
Though, it wasn't so uncomfortable, as we were just boys and no man,
So I trailed to my mat and off to sleep I went,
Leaving all earthly worries paused with most untended,
And I wholeheartedly accepted the comfort it lent,
In my elementary dreams, I made a lot of friends,
I could scarcely remember it in details,
But I think I was dreaming of great tales,
Living lives as heroes and kings,
I remembered the sensation to be amazing,
There were lots of talking animals too,
And I remembered dreaming of an innocent lull,
Drifting me further into an inceptious cycle of dreams,
Until, there was seemingly no more it seems,
I had an unconscious knowing of how it would come to an end,
All dreams must come to a close, as the living have duties to tend,
But my thought was cut short by an chilling grasp,
I've never-- Or has I felt it before? This shrilling rap,
Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud,
It felt like a centipede was crawling on my right neck,
And an dying bird, I heard its chirps, I heard it pecked,
Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap,
"Oh no", I heard myself saying,
I tried hitting myself, without thinking, I was delaying,
The body knew the dangers, but not the mind,
I was too young to understand, I was too kind,
But the same couldn't be said for Her,
Oh, loveliest of roses, the only one could have life deterred,
Death herself, I felt her shrilling hands grabbing me,
Tightening around my neck, whispering, she wanted me,
In a swift mental motion, I pushed myself forward,
But to no avail, I felt an invisible force pulling me backwards,
I was reliving that dream, oh no, oh no,
Why must you fall for me?! My heart was broken so,
Cruelly She whispered, "You are mine to take, my dear Leon (*),
You've teased me well, darling, with your lovely taunts,
But now it's my turn to reap what I deserved,
Your mortal soul and your luscious curves!"
Having that said, I felt her bony hands squeezing my neck ever harder,
While her servants of the dark held my limbs making me unable to even shudder,
Oh, and that was when I thought I was too far gone,
Might this be a punishment for sending Death your unknowing taunts?
She was first enraptured by free spirit, high,
So she wanted to keep me by her side, lies,
Technically that meant I had to die,
So in my elementary classroom, that moment then, I could've died,

...

Yet I remember myself feeling a twisted sense of happiness,
I grew fearful of Death the moment I learned of it,
So to be liberated away from this mortal body,
Before I can commit any serious sins to be sorry,
Was to me, a heavenly granted bliss,
And I believed wholly, I saw Him in that mist,
God, in his unseen form appeared in my reverie,
He mayhaps spoke, or not, but I understood what he was telling me,
That my time hasn't come yet, no matter how much I would protest,
"You have a great destiny before you", he said,
And laid my soul back down, putting me to rest,
But the moment Death have ceased its grasp on me,
My body was as a lion's, roared, and opened its eyes to see,
I jumped, from the straw mats where I laid,
Startling our supervisor, at where she stayed,
But she didn't faze, "Go back to sleep", she said,
Because she didn't know why I was so much of a mess,
I said nothing, but I heard my body beating faster than my heart rates,
It is truly a wonder how such poor memory managed to kept with me up till date,
My undiagnosed dementia is seriously a detriment,
The ability to forget everything yet accompanied with the fear to forget, such laments!
Tsk, but that is amongst the tales of my annoying past,
Bringing it up, most certainly does well painting me mad,
I already have my hands full being so noisy,
I do not need to tend memories that are too lousy,
But now since boredom has taken over as the finest,
I tell you tales for our mutual amusement, no need to detest,
What is the past but tool for our current amusement?
Pardon me if I did sound too redundant,
It's hard to write rhymes,
When you are out of time,
When you are of ideas,
Point to those that bring you tears,
May then you would find satirical humour,
In that deep, dark, unpleasant sight of a humanitary tumour,
Anyways, that is one of the three times I remembered most fondly,
About getting choked by air, expecting to sleep soundly,
Oh, the grim of the pain of the existence,
Why hast this lousy mouth of mine has not yet been smitten?
Ha ~ But such is, again, redundant, repetitive,
Let's hit off some these sober notes with some sugar and some tips,
Let's go enjoy some wholesome sapphic tales,
Or watch lovers kiss, and dogs chasing their tails,
Oh well ~ There is always a next time,
That is if we live, to be able to drop the next rhyme.

- Stu. T.H. (November 25, 2023)

(*) Notes explain - I go by Leon these days, so despite my previous names, I use this one to express myself in the work.

Author's Note

Inspired by sudden memories of the times I almost died (this will be a series: Grim), by choking on air during my sleep during my childhood, Yay ~ ! NAY !!
(This one occured during primary school for me, during 3rd or 4th grade -- Too long ago, I am unsure)