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a noose tightens around my neck —
fifteen-fifty, fifteen-fifty, fifteen-fifty —
it tightens — a knife burrows into my chest —
senior, college, majors — it twists —
a nail rakes down my arm —
perfect, perfect — it scrapes —
fingers dig into my eyes and face —
silence, violence, hate —
i am torn in two, blind, dead,

as i sit at my dinner table conversing.

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the use of dashes is inspired by "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" Emily Dickinson. format inspired by "next to of course god america i" by E. E. Cummings (whom i strongly believe made lowercase cool before any of us did).

i don't know what to name this poem. maybe something corny like "i feel the clammy hands of Death" or something. anyway, been stressed outta my mind and i got beef with my college counselor and right now i jus wanna die but anyways. might just be nighttime sadness.

have a nice day i hope you're doing well.