A sample from Book 1
The HangingContinue reading “‘The Hanging’”
the heart thumps
a thunderous bolt
tightens and roars—
wrapping, squeezing
like a sailor’s rope
hunger escapes
while sleeplessness eludes
jolted and battered—
feeling the vapor
of a flowerless fool
shaking
with rupturing chills
cold and hot—
not quite understanding
this weathering thrill
voice over voice
cloud the mind
yes or no—
eyes turn cold
moisten
then go blind
searching for light
yearning to yell
craving an escape—
this pending doom
to a bottomless hell
beneath there’s bound
to be salvation
somewhere to run—
‘til then
there’s only damnation


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