Hung

I am standing on the end of the board with rope tied around my neck. The rope is as rough as sandpaper every heartbeat is like an explosion of emotions. I hear muffled gun shoots echoing of the mountainsides, in the distance. My veins are the size of breadsticks. An overwhelming hunger takes over my body making me nauseous. As they tighten the rope my blood runs colder and colder.

The only possession I have left, a picture of my family is taken from me. This angered me I; this would be the last anger I ever felt. Beads of sweat rolling down my temples and into my mouth, it was a sweet thing to taste and it would be my last. The sweat was followed by tears it was my first tears sense man hood. The tear was colder than any I have ever felt before.

My hands are clasped behind my back and more and more tears roll down my face. My face is motionless, my whole life flashes before my eyes. I'm trying to hold in my emotions but I explode sobbing like a baby. The men that are hanging me are the least bit thrilled about it. A young child stares at me with emptiness in his eyes. The little kids eyes are so innocent I hate for him to see my death.

I appreciate every last breath I take. As my breathing accelerates I breathe harder and harder. My heart is pounding rapidly. A cold gusts of wind blows and chills me to the bone. I am so horrified at the fact that I am meeting my destinay. A large turd slides out of me followed by juices dripping down me leg I hear it hitting the water "splash, droop kerplonk." I stare down at my reflection, then sob more. The executioners start counting ten, nine I decided to count with them, eight, seven, six, "five" I screamed, four, three, two, ecchhchchchhcerrrrr.