I Hold No Chains

my hands around another throat,
and this morning it was my own.
it feels so fucking good.
climax.

there’s something so appealing about a sudden loss of air.
you can almost picture the still blueness of it all.

euphoria through blood loss,
yet i can never break the skin.

my numbness has become a sickness.
the medics cannot save me now, neither can your fancy machines.
ill twist myself up in the atmosphere,
smoke wrapping itself through my lungs.

i hold no chains in my hands,
you are not obliged to stay attached to me.
if i push you down the hill, you’re going to fucking fall.

this is all out of my hands.