503. 1/5/16 (#495)
Choked and died
I can feel it still,
Where the blow should have hit,
Where the marks on my wrist from the rope should have been.
I can taste it still,
Where the fire should have been,
Where the blood in my veins should have choked and died.
I can hear it still,
Where the screams should have called,
Where the ring of metal should have ended it all.
But I can breathe it still,
When the air fills my lungs,
And heart can beat and race and fall just as it always did.