I break in segments;
Flat like ice.
The marrow in my bones
Contorts.
I'm huddled in this corner,
Allotted three meals
And a watch.
Something pulls the plank
From under me--
The seconds tick away.
Bound to this cyclical rotation,
As the noose
Constricts my air.
And as I fall
I feel my lungs
Regurgitate themselves.
And I am blessed
To never speak,
To fall silent
To the ground.
 
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