The Choking Game

I grit my teeth and think of you.

My breath wheezes threw my asthmatic throat.

I cough.

I cough.

Over and over.

Feels like I'm choking.

Like your hands are around my neck.

And I'm choking.

Choking on your hands.

Choking on the winter air.

Choking on my cigarette.

When I'm dead I know you'll grieve for me.

Because you love me.

I grit my teeth and enter the seas of paranoid obsession.

Feel my nails dig into your flesh.

I want to chok.

I want to choak on your tounge.

Feeling your hands on my throat.

Your skin on my skin.

It's all the same.

It dwindles down to us.

Just us two... choaking.