Killing Time for Time is Killing

White, grainy fingers pressed tightly into the throat flesh

and hoping for a slow death so you can feel the pain and know the approach, see it coming

Drenched in sweat from a fierce love killing

for I will not be stuck in this unreciprocated romance and sick immobile hell of my own emotional choosing

Rationality, logic and survival instinct make the kill almost gratifying

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