The Ivy noose slowly tightens around my pretty neck.
The Glare of my peers staring at the executioner, slowly forcing his hand.
Every second with each painful word it tightens.
Blood drips from my veins....
I close my eyes slowly.
The Pressure I feel crushing my body.
Will it stop before the quick drop.
The Parasites forced his hand, before I could explain
the sin of nothing I committed.
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The Ivy Noose
PoetryA Poem about a ivy noose. Ivy in florography means fidelity, it represents the slowly degrading relationship.
