Squeeze

They squeezed
desperately trying to strangle
their pet; loneliness.
Born and cuddled in late night
self-loathing, and the tears of
heartbreak.

They squeezed tighter.
Hoping to cut the, blood and air that
keep their broken hearts, gaping.
Their clenched fist, grabbing on
cloth and sadness.
Vision turned dark by
crunched eye lids and the
burning salt of escaping eye rivers.

They squeezed tighter.

Some hugs are designed
to bring warmth.
Others, for love.
This, they silently admitted,
was meant to kill their loneliness.

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