Suffocation

Invisible fingers slip ‘round my throat,

Their gentle pressure ‘gainst my skin

Softly tightening, lightening

With the pulse within. 

A near-comfortable grip ‘round my throat,

Cold fingers press sure ‘gainst my skin

Ever tightening, frightening

To stop the pulse within. 

Suffocation

The perpetual stifling, trifling

Of my thrill, my joy, my glee, my fling. 

Suffocation 

The perpetual gripping, ripping

Of larynx, lungs, ever tripping. 

Suffocation

I call for help, don’t make a sound

As fingers clench and pulses pound. 

Suffocation

Will the fingers rob my life

Or will I first with a knife?