It happened at dawn

  Soft, gentle sun peeking through the window

  Casting its golden embrace across the bed

  Across the scene of two gnarled hands around my neck

  My own and no one else's

  Grasping, squeezing, nails digging into skin

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  Rough stony palms scouring the skin of my throat

  We fight silently

  Disturbing nothing and no one

  Exchanging gentle kisses like mortars

  A peaceful, pleasant struggle

  Backlit in ethereal glow

  I win, of course

  No matter what, I always win

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