A World Beneath Me (Poem) *Trigger*

Thrown over a curvature
the twine sway to and fro
shadows of a silhouette are cast
steps to peace are propped
bound limbs to confine
maybe four or five rungs to go
crying eyes closed for the last time
conclusive thoughts of a pained existence
thrust forward knocking all support away
deep panicking gasps for any air
at last fear fades away with consciousness
in the end, a break of the décolletage
and finally, alas, no more bloody tears…
@Touching Madness

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