You have a grip on my soul
that I cannot comprehend
I try to rid myself of you
but each time I try to loosen your grip
I feel you squeeze tighter
I beg you
let go, set me free
I cannot live another day with
your boa constrictor love, consuming
*Note: I am not following the topics/style suggestions for NaPoWriMo (mainly because I am too lazy to do so)
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