Suspended animation

Oh honey, it’s not the suspense that’s killing you.
In that moment when the knife slices open the rope,
fingertip fibres flicking away one by one, unravelling,
their grip slipping; when the last straw breaks,
in that one perfect moment of
freefall,
you will know what life was all along.

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