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Monday, April 16, 2012

Squeezed



Squeezed


Squeezed and in the ringer, I am backed into a corner
I can’t get around it and I can’t get over it.
Laser-beam eyes scan for escape, but the wall, it has suckers and my last exhalation made.

There isn’t much time left you know.

Outside they are all laughing at my plight and pointing their fingers.
I am absolutely desperate, but they think it is a joke.
As the vein on my neck pops, and my eyes bulge, they know the punch line.
Hanger, Ha Ha.

Isobel Knight ©

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