A Sunday Hanging Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Midnight air
cigarette smoke filling my lungs
I sit beneath a tree
I hear the creek flowing
the moons reflection on the water
I play the music
that reminds me of you
I flick my finished cigarette
I loop the already tied noose around my neck
I call your number, one last time
all I can say is ' I wish you were here...'
dropping my phone as I jump
my feet have left the ground
suspended from the branch, I hang
even if I wanted to live now
there's nothing I can grab onto to
no one to hear my panicing
soon I will be unconcious
soon I will be dead