C Jay Caputo
How Suicide Works 3
I go to the store,
There's a tree with a branch that hangs over a large cliff.
Mine as well paint a scene.
I walk to the top of the cliff, up to the tree;
I left my car in the garage and in the car my ID.
I get the rope tied mid way to the branch,
the other end, a perfect hangman's knot.
I fit it modestly around my neck,
to be comfortable.
I take my last breath
think my last thoughts,
close my eyes.
I step off the cliff.
The branch snaps.
I fall to my death.
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