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Writer's pictureStacy Clair

What She Has in Store

She stalks towards me

The noose in her hand

She laughs maniacally

As my knees hit the sand

 

I tremble in fear

While she tightens my restraint

She’s dragging me to the end of the pier

I’m starting to feel faint

 

The water is deep

I can see that from the edge

I take one last breath

As she pushes me off the ledge

 

You would think I would try to swim

Or scream and fight

Instead, I sink until the light becomes dim

And exhale one last time

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