Here I am before you.

I’m already inside you.

reaching those places only you know.

These words are invaders,

and soon will betray you.

Here I am before you,

harvesting your pride.

I can’t get out,

despite my throat.

The words of smoke,

billowing about.

And, I thought a passing fancy,

was what you were to me.

I’ll never escape you,

even when you bleed.


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