It doesn’t matter how long you’ve waited for the axe to drop. It doesn’t matter that your hands are tied and your knees ache so much you’ve been wishing for the searing release of the blade. It doesn’t matter that you’ve tried to gain distance from the masked man holding the heavy instrument of doom. It doesn’t matter that the crowd that gathered to watch isn’t even paying attention anymore. When it happens you’re surprised. When it happens you look down at your body and ask it why it didn’t move, ask it who it is. When it happens you’re shocked all over again that he’d rather remove your head than take off his mask.
June 28, 2009
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