we used to do it behind Ashley’s house. one of us would lean against the wall and the other would wrap her two eager hands around her neck until she either fell to the ground or began shaking. Megan passed out the most and didn’t believe in safe words. I enjoyed the blackness and the dots that formed but they always let go. sometimes we did it to ourselves and alone which is dangerous. back in my room, on my bed, pushing as far back on my throat as I could, tongue bulleting through the teeth with desperation. I enjoyed the oblivion.

I enjoyed the way darkness
pervades and the tingling
of skin when things
fall away.

“the choke game”

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