Hangman by Willie Smith

Played hangman with myself.

Struggled to untangle

the word in the dream

before the noose over my neck slipped.

Ached to spell the word to break the spell

before I swung over the floor

into the dance without myself.

In the beginning was the dance.

After came the word

claiming the word

preceded the dance,

even as the dance seeded the word.

And I began to see the word seeded,

while through space I fell.

Then the rope the neck broke.

Author bio:

Willie Smith is deeply ashamed of being human. His work celebrates this horror. To see him further embarrass himself you are cordially invited to visit: WS Smith.