It Won't Make A Sound, a micropoem by Walk In Verse

It Won’t Make A Sound

Rope heightens,
Noose tightens
Into a knot.

The chair creaks,
The knees quake,
A sudden drop.

Breath escapes,
Death initiates;
It won’t make a sound
Taking your last day.

It Won’t Make A Sound by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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