Knots
I could feel them tight knots in my stomach.
They were there, I had no choice.
Then in crept through,
That manipulative voice.
At 14 I felt far from loose,
Already practicing how to make a noose.
Using it or not, is a different book.
So I did some research and had a look.
I had to make sure everything was right-
Not just the materials or the height.
To do this correctly I must be fairly light.
Making myself sick was my plan,
Before the final game of hangman.
Copyright © April Willcox | Year Posted 2021
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