100 Words: Deserves

An electrical cord around the throat
will not kill you
if you cannot find a way to tighten the noose.
It is hard to make the cord
make knots
when your hands are shaking.
Misery
makes your hands shake.
Life wants you to live
but want to die.
It is its own cruelty.
We are our own slaves.
So what if you’re in pain?
It’s only a feeling,
and those
are never to be trusted.

He deserves everything he gets,
unless it’s good,
and then he should give it back,
because it wasn’t for him.

It never is, is it?

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