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Today’s #SoCS prompt is “wire.” Use “wire” as a noun or a verb or any way you’d like. Enjoy!
The wire tightened around his wrists,
Cutting, slicing, cleaving to the bone.
Dirt soaked up the blood,
Leaving him moist but dry.
A collar of spikes pressed into
The soft flesh of his throat,
Rigged to the wire at his wrists.
The more he struggled, the more
Constricted his collar grew,
Cutting off air and beginning
Asphyxiation.
Breath muddled with clay and earth,
Packing the corners of his mouth,
Building layers in his lungs.
Three feet to freedom,
And three feet of wire.
Around his wrists, his ankles,
His neck.
Twenty-four hours of
Rolling in the dirt.
Until suffocation.
A pleasant hike for a fishing trip.
The dog’s tail wagged.
Nose to the ground, she
Picked up a trail.
Paws thundered, beating away
What was once hidden.
A mouth full of rotted flesh.
Ear pinched between teeth
Ruined the sunshine for those fishing.
Suits taped off the trees.
Techs squatted and scraped and stored.
Small town politics sent evil
After the Sherriff’s youngest.
Horror bestowed. Grief received.
Guilt percolated and squeezed
Every suspect in the county.
The gallows awaited another
Innocent boy.
A collar of rope pressed into
The soft flesh of his throat,
Rigged to a tree in the square.
Seven feet to freedom,
And seven feet of rope.
Around his wrists, his ankles,
His neck.
Twenty-four seconds of
Flailing in the air.
Until strangled.
Prompt Source: https://lindaghill.com/2020/03/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-14-2020/
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Wow. That was powerful.
Thank you, Linda!