By Natalie Sizemore

I know that I suffocated you long before my hands were around your neck.
I saw the way I made you choke on my burdens as if they were your own.
My lack of confidence made it so you could not breathe
and I felt happy as the oxygen refused to enter your body.
I wanted to feel like I wasn’t alone so I watched as you died.
Your corpse was my ultimate prize,
but it wasn’t until after you were gone
that I realized how much I desired
the warmth of your hand in mine

Natalie Sizemore is currently a sophomore at St. Edward’s University where she studies English Writing and Rhetoric and Political Science. She has previously been published in the Sorin Oak Review and Hilltop Views.