Killing time by the neck

(Some one said I should post more of my poems, although they were written between 1998 and 2002. And so I'm posting them. Hurray!)

I wrap my hands around your neck,
your beautiful soft neck.
How does it feel as I squeeze my hands?
Can you feel the air escaping your lungs?
Do you have difficulty in breathing?
Do you like that? Do you love that?

So now you know how I've felt for years,
when you didn't care,
and your hands became claustrophobic.
And I became neurotic
and you loved to hear me scream.

But now it's my turn,
it's time I took control.
It's time for you to go.

Time...
That will end for you.

And I am loving it!
(2000)