Jack Ketch’s footsteps
Echo on the black wall.
I’m doubled; constrictor-ties choke.
I gasp to breathe your air.
My dogshank eyes
Fill with your tears;
But my beautiful, butterfly bends
Won’t unravel.
My Gordian lover;
Entwined and entangled;
Plaited with hope;
Knotted with blood.
Hitch your hook to my noose.
Hang me your way.
Mellissa Flowerdew-Clarke 