And every time I see you,
The noose grows tighter.

Every time I hear your laugh,
I begin to choke.

Like a child,
Hanging from the noose,
Too light
To cut off the flow
Of air to my trachea.

Why won’t it break?

Why can’t I wriggle free?

I wonder…but then there you are,
Right in front of me,
And I realize,
There’s a secret deep inside me.

Deep down, that secret part of my soul knows…

I like the feeling.