Don’t look down at your feet
You’re standing near the edge of a cliff
With your hands bound and your mouth shut.
There are rocks under your feet and weeds near your ankles
And something in your eyes is unsettling
You can’t smell fear, you can feel it.
Your heartbeat is unsteady
Your knees are weak and your chest is fragile
There’s no way you can fly.
The executioner’s hood is over your head
Your legs are numb and drooping
You’re about to fall
D
O
W
N
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27th May 2016
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Don’t look down at your feet
You’re standing near the edge of a cliff
With your hands bound and your mouth shut.
There are rocks under your feet and weeds near your ankles
And something in your eyes is unsettling
You can’t smell fear, you can feel it.
Your heartbeat is unsteady
Your knees are weak and your chest is fragile
There’s no way you can fly.
The executioner’s hood is over your head
Your legs are numb and drooping
You’re about to fall
D
O
W
N
.
27th May 2016
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