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Dec 2011
She hangs herself on every word I kick the chair from under her.

She plummets
first
head
next
arms
then
legs
last
feet.

My pen plays The Hangman
the paper plays The Gallows
my words wear the black of The Executioner's Mask
my voice knots The Noose
and her death sentence is uttered.

A tension.

She hangs herself on every word I kick the chair from under her.
Ari
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