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she stood on an empty bucket with a tight noose around her neck

when doubts crept in through a hole in the bottom of the rusty vat

naked she was twisted torn with defeat tattooed into a punctured heart

vacant echoes of darkness played a symphony in search a broken record


on desiccated skin she had painted all regrets in bright orange crayons

scratched it over with charcoal and waited for final accords of freedom

a mistuned guitar offered Nirvana but an accordion drew out suspense

screechy fiddles bowed to the drum beat calling for tranquil surrender


slit wrists oozed sorrowed blood on transition to redemption and closure

the kitchen smelled of gas as her match stick legs gathered last strength

she had not eaten for weeks and trusted liquor had been her only companion

if only she could overcome apathy and inhibition to pitch up her courage


but her arteries refused to relinquish blood for fatigue to settle for broke

the vessel stood rock solid on shaky grounds of a tiled kitchen floor and

she wondered whether the rope was a rubbery pendulum waiting to snap

and therefore she hesitated at the threshold between paradise and hell


well she pondered I’ve got that one out of the system I might as well live

off my list now I know how it feels like to hand over the conductor’s baton

if my inner audience hesitates to cast the final curtain the show must go on

when she refrained from muting an orchestra she faded for silence to grow


she almost tripped the fuse but severed the cord and rewired her feelings

to align with the desperate reason that life on the edge was better than death



13th November 2020

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