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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