I feel the catch;
like dried grass caught in my throat.
I know what is to come,
yet I fill with panic.
hurry...hurry...hurry
I search for a haven;
a small alcove,
a bathroom stall.
Somewhere I can
allow my body to tear its self apart.
hurry...hurry...hurry
People our of no aid,
it only grows worse with company.
hurry...hurry...hurry
Shorter breaths.
Quicker steps.
in, out
in, out
The noose grows tighter
around my slender neck.
There is no use.
It is inevitable
and I am helpless.