Last night.
Maybe be before that.
My poetry died.
Or did I kill her?
I don't know.
I don't care much now.
She choked on me
Or I gagged her.
What can I say?
I couldn't stand her.
She couldn't stand me.
Asphyxiation I guess.
Thoughts in head
Found no words.
Emotions didn't flow
Blood turned thick.
Skin, too smothering
And lapse of purpose.
A good kind of
Claustrophobia?
Possible. Yeah.
Died or killed?
Doesn't matter.
She's just not there.
Turned to dust,
Ashes or memories?
Who knows.
Then the poet?
You may ask.
I guess..just..
Flesh and bones.
He shouldn't matter.
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