Tracheal Hanging

Contempt breeds seething emotional atrophy. A mind lost to negative stimuli causes nothing but mental self ending. Crushing your own faith in your identity. Contempt crushing "I will violently consume you" "Begone daemonette, I reject you" Find the power to rid me of shame "I can hear the noose call your name." I will survive this tracheal hanging it's the last thing I'll ever do. Fuck your swan song. I'm the master. I'm the author of my own fate. Blessed I will be to suffocate. Rid of thee. Fear culminate. Constriction. Windpipe. I refuse to die. Suffer not the witch to live Who only told me lies. My misery loved company I did, the same, as I swing from Yew. This struggle to live does not void meaning. Splintering branches a snapping piece of twine. Break not the neck that suffers through time. Fall to the dirt that lays slick with the tears of a thousand lifetimes that which I once feared. I will weep amongst the willows just to bring me back. A body's never found because the rope went slack. Mirrored in a puddle are one thousand swinging Severed from the bark, I walk. Still-living.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025