I want to feel your cold metallic ringed fingers
wrapped around my overexposed throat,
wait for your knuckles’ imprint to stain my
open neck mulberry shades.
Grip with lustful ferocity—heat of my breath fans
over your open mouth—a perfect O—
waiting my gasps,
standing by for slow blink,
flash of fear that comes minutes after
we’ve begun.
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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