My thoughts rain down
Upon my victim
The many months go
All at once
And by anguish is loose
But not for long
And as I open my eyes
I breathe out
And he starts again
I curl back into my shell
My neck strains with control
The control of emotions
My many moons of hatred return
Again to reign my mind
My cycle repeats again and again
Until no more can be taken
Until a loop is found
A loop to place my neck...

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