2 May 2012
There they were. All the people I had come to love over the years lined into a single file just waiting for their death. One I had brought upon them for my own selfish unforgiving reasons and there I was at the very end of that line on hands and knees being pulled upward by my arms, numbingly feeling the strong hands around me. But now I am begging, begging for the two men at my side to let go, for them to stop, to end my own life before the rest. Yet no one has moved a step besides the first four in line simply taking their positions one by one, right in front of the hanging ropes. I started to thrash and scream as I stared through watery eyes at some of my closest friends and neighbors have ropes slung around their throats and there was nothing I could even do to stop the hooded man from pulling down on the heavy lever. Thrusting away the thin slabs of wood that my love ones had just stood upon moments ago but as I fell to my knees once again my vision became splotchy and all I could see was dangling feet, bloodied and bruised.
The Hanging Ropes • Opuss № I