I hear the clock
Ticking from the other side of the room.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Ticking away, far away.
Such a small sound, yet
It's so loud it makes me want to cover my ears.
I can't, though, because my hands are tied.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Ticking away at the time.
The town bell in the distance chimes
At the same time the ticking clock strikes one.
It's time.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Ticking away as the board starts to slide away from beneath my feet.
The rope tightens around my neck.
Everything seems to be in slow motion,
Even the ticking of the clock.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Ticking away at my life.
Then it happens, and I'm
Swinging back and forth on the execution platform.
My heart ticks no more.
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