My chest is tight
I am suffocating
There is a lump
The size of your fist
Cemented in my throat

stop

There is no fight
Left in me
And I am choking
On long, thick tendrils
That wind down my spine

stop

I am frozen
Ice climbs up my toes
Numb my brain
I’m floating away
Eyes fade to black

stop

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