I Told You Ropes Were Useful
she was hanging from the treetop,
by Rebecca Wright
whilst writing her goodbyes.
with her head facing toward the wind,
and the sunset in her eyes.
He blackened soul was broken,
and her soul was withered smoke.
an invisible noose was round her neck,
as she began to choke.
then one last sigh escaped her lungs
as she took her final breath
and then she stared straight in the face
of her impending death