This Forgetful Touch

[zedidiah]

I can feel my lungs ripping away,
replaced with a sick dread
making its way slowly,
thickly down my throat.
If I could breathe at all
I'd surely choke
but all I can manage is some small gagging,
though no sound can be heard as evidence.

My skin
seems to be
rebelling against the rest of me,
detaching slowly away from my trembling muscles,
leaving only small

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[psycho_in_a_box]

i like it.