Poem, Short story

The noose.

The noose exists for more than the hangman and hanged.

It has a life of its own as a bond which holds the unwilling.

It holds without a physical form, it restrains despite allowing the one it holds to move without restriction.

Yet so the noose tightens, day by day.

The noose chokes without physical touch.

It strangles and suffocates without relent.

It comes with life whose paths are tied.

It thrives where there is no choice.

Without relent it will take life, even without having form.

And until those paths are made, the noose will tighten ever more.

Those hanged by a short stop know the end in such quick order.

But the noose can be without mercy, and last a lifetime through.

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