.Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards
Rope weaved by these hands
Box of my toils
Coerced, dazed by a sucker punch
Reeling, believing that these are the dues
Pitch back, throwback to a chastised youth
No quarter, stifled under a stitch-up hood
To be made.
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