The Monster

He wraps hands around my throat, suffocating me with memories not even made yet.

I can see the stolen moments forming at the corner of my eye, like the darkness that creeps in, from fading out.

My eyes are heavy, my throat is tightening as his grip crushes any hope of peace. The only peace would be to sleep and never wake.

The four walls close in crushing me, pushing me into what his hands will give me. Release. 

Author's Note

This is the only place I have where no one will find me.