It calls to me
Seductive whispers
Teasing my heart
False promises
Preying on weakness
My weakness
Thin inky cords
Soft against my wounds
Wrapped layer upon layer
Strangling
Cutting deep
Rubbing raw
Fight, flight
Cords tighten faster, harder
My heart weeps
Body limp
Mind listless
Eyes unseeing
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