a sheild overhead and you have warmth... my ability to move mountains seems far gone...there is no "forward"... being past this finds me cold... passed away.
the light i carried is dim if not extinguished... my only heat is too far to feel... distance deals the cruelest hand... but his words melt me... and my resolve... if arms were a refuge... his are mine. ill bitch down if thats what she needs to feel above the choke... ability becomes sand, easy slip thru bloody fingers... i held on as long as i could.... but bones break... the white is visible... he told me to purge... he told me to release... listening has never come easy... but his fingers give unquestionable orders... so now in the aftermath... maternal strength reduced to a smolder... ill tolerate your face... ill ignore the lash of your tongue... the hour glass is turned... count the grains... you are on borrowed time... tick tock cunt... its coming... and soon ill be above it...
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