I would not strangle anyone
In real life (without consent), but if I could
Do it to one person, smushing
All of them into the paper
For a poem, it would be you. Get right into your neck
I would. Proper wring it out, like
Nails digging into your neck severing a few things even
Chewing on what flopped out biting into the
Tubes and veins getting covered in blood gorging
On the brains guts bone b-
O my god—I’m so sorry!
It’s just the gym’s closed.
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