Subtle strangulation

Hold my neck.
The way you caress my vertebrae.
Then turn away.
Only to invite a firmer grip.
That disappears just as quickly.
A coin with ever changing sides.
I the atlas.
Bearing the weight of us.
You the saint of sharp daggers.
All wedged into the cracks of my foundation.
I'm steadfast.
You are steadly backing away.
Awaiting the tower to crumble.

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Oh, this is so good! “You the saint of sharp daggers” that is an amazing line! I have a favorite line about daggers in one of my pieces here, “He’s Not Close.” When I read “Subtle Strangulation” I was like I’ve written this exact same sentiment.. I have yet to post it, but a piece that I am in the middle of working on is called “Elegant Asphyxiation.”

Your writing is elegant and clever.

[Scott Troy]

Thank you so much. You should see my playlist when i write lol.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Omg! Tell me about it!! I’m all about the music that inspires me too! (I’m a musician too though)