Throat - Pauline Seaver, mary mortem

Locked inside

I never wanted to leave

Smell of ambrosia

Delivered by doves

To my vacant body

Locked inside tearing you apart

My hands are in your neck

It’s me I can’t stand

One look in the mirror I break smile

In denial I can’t sleep

Every single night I see you I turn to lies

I turn to times where I don’t have to breathe