My heart is pulsing
Its about to explode
Why do you cause this pain
I gasp for breath
My throat burns
Slowly you are choking me
with your greedy heart
My body shivers
My bones ache
Slowly I feel my blood
freezing inside my veins
I close my eyes
and let your possessiveness
your jealousy
Take hold of me
Slowly I drift away
I lock myself
far away where you aren’t near
You won
You have your wish
I’ll be your puppet
I’ll be your slave
A Muslim Latina 
A blend of defiance and questioning and pain and resignation. There is a wise self-awareness, but there is also a sense of helplessness, of needing to be redeemed. I hope you find relief. And may you stay inspired.
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Thank you for the comment. This is actually a piece I wrote about my past relationship. Thankfully I am out of that whole but sometimes with idle hands your mind starts to think. I prefer to just write it down instead of letting it seep into my head again.
Again Thank you for your comment I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Indeed. I prefer the same. Purging is very cathartic, and we don’t know how much beauty we are capable of until we create. 🙂
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