Cupid’s Chokehold

Cupid’s Chokehold
Chokes the life from my lungs

Squeezes my heart red
And batters my death till it’s blue

Mice of my mind
Eating at the strength of it
Making it more unbearable
This house of cards
And filth
And mold

Uncleanly means of cleanliness
Bitterness floods these taps
Never warm but cold
And painful
And stinging

Cupid’s chokehold is but a tale of myths
But the chokehold itself lives on

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