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I thrash, I fight

I try to keep

The liquid black

From swallowing

Me whole.

The ebony, silk, darkness

Suffocating as it glides

Down my throat,

Pulling my insides

Out.

The oily substance

Of stress oozes over me,

Grinning with evil

Teeth that snap

And snarl.

Newly opened wounds

Cover old scars,

Burning like acid,

Bubbling and seething

No mercy.