Spurned and dejected
I loop a collar.
A noose I become
primed for hanging.
My tree is chosen.
A sturdy branch selected,
high enough, from whence I'll swing,
my feet skimming the ground.
My body shall
twist and twirl and dangle
beneath
the noose
that'll keep my breath not present.
Suspended, my soul shall flicker away.
Of me,
only a dog-tag memento
shall remain.
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