Attaining the pain cliffs
Intent to murder translates as violence tears,
Like the warmth of coffee –
All through me
The tingling energy of rage surge my cadaver.
Measures past the extreme
Noose? Belt? Scheme.
I urge to devise a scapegoat.
My precious custody
Nose dives like an object that incites anxiety as. quick. grabs. attempt. to. re- bound. it.
The execution nears,
Like walking stairs and missing a step- taken aback in instantaneous shock.
Only sobs are erected from my mouth.
Her sorrow shrieks pierce me-
Coerced to see
Plans foiled- I live to breathe another day.