Pretend repent-
ance per chance
prefaces remorse-
less bespeaking,
would you....?
No, and not-
Then one, two,
too, won for-
ever the loss
of possession.
Who could…
-me, all my-
…guess that,
the embrace
of limbs that,
used to strangle,
choke to breathe?
Like me dying is
like denying my
immortal mortality
in this bloodredknifedead
life of no/not me/my
-own, but mine.-















Comments
Even if you didn't intend it to win, there seems something a tad bit chilling about this peice, Its very interesting.
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