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Blood is dripping
Flesh torned
The cells weaved into the rough rope
Binding its victim to it

Numbness

I struggled to open my heavy eyes
Blinking tiredly
Against the menacing wind

I hung there

The world is still
People screaming
People laughing
The wind
Hollering

Noise distant
Silence
Chaos
I hung on the edge
strengthless
eyes out of focus

I can't let go
I can't move forward

The world is still
The red liquid dried dark

Breath

Continues...