English #frapalymo: Fading Memory

I remember when
you first closed your fingers
around my throat. And
my heart bled in my mouth, crushed
against my larynx.

I remember because
it was on the Sabbath—though
you work—and I fell
dead—though you lie with me now,
breathing roses in my nose.

© 2016 Nortina Simmons

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Written for Frau Paulchen’s Lyrik Monat, which translates from German to Mrs. Paulchen’s Poetry Month. Today’s prompt is: “a ten-line text.”