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Saturday, December 27

It Wont Make A Sound

Rope heightens,
noose tightens
into a knot.

The chair creaks,
the knees quake,
a sudden drop.

Breath escapes
death initiates;
it won't make a sound
taking your last day.

It Wont Make A Sound by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse