Hanging
As you hang here
Eyes wide and staring,
Arms still reaching,
Reaching.
Legs swinging,
Creaking, cracking,
Noises lost in the howling of wind.
A knife drawn from warm coat pockets,
Flash of silver in the air
And down you fall.
Angry red bruises
Encircle your fair white neck,
Eyes still staring into nothing
But lips closed and silent forever.
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