Vertigo

I deleted all the things I had of you.

Now I’m left with the echo reiterating your name in crescendo,

expanding you instead of smothering you.

 

Crooked spiral of my mind,

Vicious cycle of my blood,

Souffle vital qui m’étrangle,*

No sigh where dead souls lie.

 

  • Vital breath that’s suffocating me
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