Hooker
The hook
Stuck in my throat,
piercing my flesh.
Keeping me,
from breathing
and where I am.
I was pulled out
of my misery with it,
just to find myself
In a place yet
more miserable.
My desires hang from it
swinging, performing
a beguiling dance.
Ever out of reach.
I shall hang from it,
its point being
stuck in my throat.