Let me imply that if I'm to die, it will be on my own terms. I insist, need be even with my fist, that I tie the noose myself. My foot will give its input to the bucket. And for a single moment I will be buoyant among atoms of air. In the next I will fall, with my shadow against the wall.
My feet will never again touch the floor.
The rope whispers one last twang as I hang.
Eyes loose luster.
My life has burnt like Magnesium. Fast and bright, like the speed of light.