Thursday, November 6, 2008

Fluttering down from the gallows
a cord yanks back
popping echoes
eyes bulge
I deficate

The limit has not been found
milliseconds seem like years
voices unrecognized fill my head
the past unleashes
muscles crying
jolting and tearing

The feel of glass in my throat
encumbering thoughts of regret dissolve
paralysis
acceptance
and death

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