Depression
Location
Icy tendrils extend over my eyes,
freezing them shut
with cold darkness.
There is no light.
Spindly fingers entwine around my neck,
squeezing tighter
and tighter
and tighter.
Air escaping,
forced out of my collapsing lungs.
There is no air.
There is no light.
And soon,
there is no me.
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