Wrists turn the rope,
Swirling 'round,
Caressing the pavement.
They count down:
One.
Two.
Three.
Adrenaline pumping.
Jump -
They urge.
The excitement in their voices.
A window slams shut.
The train,
Passes through the clearing.
The count down begins again:
One.
Two.
Three.
Adrenaline pumping.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PoesíaThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
