Asphyxiation

        I feel as though a fly would,

caught inside a Widow's web 

her sticky strands of helpless tangled thoughts

confused,

has caused my strength to ebb.

       I feel as though a raven does

when soaring through an inky sky

with feathers dark and thick and dangerous

like lead

and bloody tears I cry.

       I feel as though a black cat has

accused of pretense witchery

and hanging by a knotted, gnarled rope

eyes open

Now I can see.

       I feel his pain now

that which you cause him in an 

everlasting grief

and through the blood and marrow bore

the tears and strength to weep.

       Ah yes, my name. My name

hath not a single silent sound

but the water boils up around me

and in it

I hath drowned.