Flicker

Terror mounts with each day in passing As life slips by without an answer My eyes Stinging like wasps against my thoughts And the heartbeats Leading up to a speedy execution Air fills the holes in my lungs With sweat trickling over my Exposed jugular vein, The shaking never ceases

Jake Newland
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