That brief moment
When you look up
And see
You're own neck
Spouting blood
Just after that intimate moment
With Madam Guillotine
And you
Like a candle flickering in the wind
Are hit
With the sudden realization
That this is it
You are no more
Than that
Of a headless chicken
Then you realise
In a micro second
That's the wrong analogy
Else it would be your head
Running round in circles
And for some strange reason
With your last
And dying breath
You laugh!

by Jemia