Hot Wire Coil twisted through my mind
burns thoughts sterile, burns thoughts bright
sears the tears but blurrs my sight

Cold steel fingers pinch my nose
gasp for breath mouth wide shut
want to get out but stuck in the rut.
Mouth pried open take in the air
a moment later it is no longer there

sweet poison drink, gone in a blink

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