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A Hanging

Updated on February 14, 2015

A Hanging

He was very thin,

his bones would penetrate,

as the wind on his skin

made him shiver,

made his flesh prickle and goose,

but his mind was free and loose,

as he waited beneath the noose,

he would hear the dead chant,

it was part eerie and part nursery rhyme,

rattling along to the beat of his heart,

in fragments, and in parts,

time passed,

the chanting continued,

he could hear it,

ghosts repeated the words,

it was all that he heard,

he didn’t know what it was about,

and they would stop,

when his mouth began to dry out,

his tongue was dry and hot,

and even if he wanted to,

he couldn’t shout,

the weight of the air

still allowed him, without fear,

to fill his lungs,

he breathed until he could not

hold himself up no more,

he closed his eyes and fell back,

the fear would finally attack,

and he could no longer see,

as he hung lifeless from the tree.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Caroline for visiting my hanging :)

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      Caroline Marie 5 years ago

      Wow Frank! This was amazing. I could almost feel what he was going through. I love how descriptive your words are. Very original! Voted up! :)