Death by the Thread

DEATH BY THE THREAD

Tight rope walking dead man
Pride lit with spotlight ramble
Dance on the edge – suspense
Life’s at the risk of applause

Feet grip the thread like clippers
Steel cuts through bleeding blisters
No thread to cling on – falling
Fear-stricken eyes a-roaming’

A twisting coil of panic
Hands clutch the air like manic
Ribcage cracks through the organs
Bones pop the lung-bags open

Heart pumps the blood stream outwards
Red fountains pouring downwards
Spectators watch in stunned awe
A pride to cherish – adore

Self-adoration lust
A mirror-loving twat
Life soaked into dust
Come see the bitter end

EMPHYSEMA!
PNEUMOTHORAX!
EMPHYSEMA!
PNEUMOTHORAX!

Insulated ribcage breaking
Parietal pleura torn apart
Tissue sliced with razor splinters
Choking drops of killing blood