Work Text:
Squeezing and squeezing,
harder and harder.
suffocating and twisting,
Closing off everything.
thrashing and writhing,
Like how I used to.
I don’t know how long I’ve held onto your neck,
you should be dead by now I think- but I don’t stop holding on
I press harder and harder holding you tighter and tighter,
you’d long stopped thrashing,
you stopped so long ago
and now I’m holding on still
and I’m grasping your shirt collar
and looking in your eyes
and still gripping your throat,
holding on so tight my hands start to hurt and creak with the strain,
pinning you down so you don't hurt my legs,
holding on and holding on and holding on and-
then it’s gone
All of its gone
I don’t know if it was worth it