Uncomfortable

your hands around my throat

like a necklace because you

keep calling yourself a gift

and i do not know better. your hands around my throat

like a vice and oh god, there is so much blood. your

body around mine like a fever

i cannot break. your body arou

nd mine like i am already brok

en. this is the funeral. there

is no grave. the only justice is

the salt of the earth returning.

#HS