I am choking, he says,
I can’t swallow and I am dying,
in bitterness and hate.
My palms are always damp.
I clench and unclench my hands,
yet, my stomach still cramps.
My vision blurs, or I see two of you.
My head hurts, my mind pounds,
on the walls I can’t let down.
Around living things I want to cry.
But I cannot. Alone, my tears dry,
the pain goes awry.
Yet, I am denied this small salty misery.
Won’t you let me choke and die?
She closes her eyes and smiles.