The Executioner’s Regret #PostItNotePoetry

IMG_1488THE EXECUTIONER’S REGRET

Your terror is the wild slide
between now and then,
shimmering above the water,
cord tied to your ankles.
Your ability to jump the trap door
I pulled to kill you
for your red hair and green eyes.
And you are gone
with the grace of an Olypmic diver.
Leaving me the repeating memory
of your first death.