content warning: violence, death

The Rope

Aubragene Blue

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She pulls it up, then twists it down,
A taxi honks, she bears a frown,
The city lights forget their call,
She ties her hair, then lets it fall,
She pulls it up, then twists it down,

Her date awaits, in sweat he drowns,
A thick dark air sweeps through the town,
Uncomfortably, he shuffles his feet,
The handle of the cab and her hand meet,
She pulls it up and twists it down,

An outreached arm, a yellow gown,
A shake of the hand, sweaty and brown,
Revenge is sweet, it calls her name,
This man or her, it’s all the same,
His neck in her hands, it’s all a game,
She pulls it up and twists it down.