Neck Out

This was a chokehold,

you never asked what I wanted,

and worse, 

you never cared

at the bottom of my windpipe,

was the bottom,

of my windpipe,

like a garbage disposal,

like lingering residual plaque,

deposits even,

cavities from all the things I was never able to say

The worst thing about learning to swallow,

is that you learn the manners of closing your mouth,

This was to my great deficit,

because,

as I believed,

but could never say aloud

This was a chokehold,

you never asked what I wanted,

not once,

you were a windbag,

busy laying empty pipe