Forward
I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.
A rope with a loop dangling from the rafter to the gallows.
I feel my own rough, dry binds burn into my wrists as I still mootly try to escape the fate I’ve come to.
I knew this day would come but I didn’t expect it to be here so soon… Not for something I didn’t even do…
I am innocent.
How did it come to this point?
How did I get to this death that I can’t even see?
