Everytime we passed that spot, I'd shudder inside. Daffodils danced all along my journey, Except at that spot. There, they had become ensnared by Their slender stems. The harsh wire and twisted, leafless shrub, Squeezing their life away. They hung, heads bowed like So many misjudged peasants. As everyday, I passed those Exphyxiating souls, I too, could feel the vicelike grip Around my own throat. Your heartless, deceitful love, Everyday choking me more. And I would kick and try to scream, Fighting to the end, until alas, You would kill me again. Again. Again.

Written by Samantha Fleet-Lyon (Lola Skywalker)

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