Hangman. A poem.

I hang on your every word.
Every nuance and subtlety
tightens your noose
and I gasp and grasp
for air and the latency of truth.

My limbs flail in puppet motions;
I’m a paper doll with button joints,
anointed in your sonic weave
and desperate for your affection.

Pull on this rope, hang me high
until my final death rattle
punctuates the scene like gunfire,
the memory of your voice fades
and I am left longing for more.

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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