choker

The ivory choker found its home around my neck,

a decadent gift…

“Its beautiful“, mother said

The stage beckoned.


I raised my head to the crowd,

the decadence tightened around my neck at the sight of the tear stained face of my Mother

The tears of expectation…

The stage faded to black as the applause lulled to a terrifying silence.

And in the dark i clawed desperately at my neck.

(A.k 16)

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