5 word challenge: asphyxiation, sliver, smear, chalk, transcendent

 What is this love
I find transcendent?
For no matter where I go
or what I do there it is,
gripping me at the core of my existence.

There isn't enough grease in the world
that can make the grip slide.
There
right there is where I was
before I died
becoming a meer chalk outline,
of the evil side.

 What is this asphyxiation called love
that won't stop leaning on me.
Maybe it was the ultimatum I gave.
The sliver of skin I shaved
upon telling her
I can't wait,
or rather I just don't want to.
maybe it's this that keeps me sick
rejecting even a smear of decadence
presented before me.

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off line these days?