I walk a tightrope of frayed string.
At journey’s end it strangles me.
If strangulation be the means,
strangle me with strings of pearls,
diamonds, and other precious stones.
If death holds out its arms
to capture me, I’ll go out with a bling.
inspired by:
Biting satire, Nolcha. Going out with strings of blings is what the media pushes on us as the height of fashion!
~ Dora
Becoming the richest corpse in the world... would it make any differnce.
I like this take on the prompt. Well done.
Arcadia Maria
Clever, Nolcha. If you gotta go...
As biting...and defiant...as it gets....beautifully crafted again, so that the verse is at its most powerful..