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This Thing

This, this thing is choking me to death
its transparent hand gripping tighter around my neck
while the other slowly claws though my breast
snapping my ribs one by one with its claws
scratching its many names into them while it reaches my weary, albino heart
Chest wide open
Cannot see, but feel the entity
This, what is this?
This thing?
Inhaling thorns and ash
Gripping my hands tight
I close my eyes, and take another breath
Shredded glass arises within
Tearing my insides, my eyes bleed.  
Bloody tears stain my satin nightgown crimson.
I beseech you
Make the phantom go
This thing
This entity
I loved the once man
Please make it cease
This thing
This thing inside which shreds my core raw
How do I make him stop?

(2015)

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