“Don’t you think it’s pretty?” She asked absentmindedly. She ran her fingers across it, drumming softly.

Roger slipped his shoes on and looked up. “I think it’s lovely my dear,” he says. “But we must be going, we don’t want to be late.”

She pays no mind to his words too transfixed on the weight upon her neck.

Roger comes up behind her embracing her from where she stood on the stool. “If you don’t stop staring at it my love, I’ll have to take it back.”

She slowly turned around to face him, a hint of remorse flashed across her eyes.

“Roger my love, if one thing’s for certain I will never take it off.” and with that, she took a step off the stool she was standing on. Roger shaked his head and placed his hat upon it.

“My love, always one for dramatics.” He sighed as her body swayed slightly. “I’ll see you at the party, and don’t forget to lock the door.” and with that, he was gone.

She hung there smiling in her final moments and the door unlocked.

i don't wear my noose like a necklace,

like the other girls do~

i wear it like a crown.

because with it,

i am the queen of life and death,

a simple knot is all it takes

to cross the blurred line.

I wear my noose like a neck tie.

You’re so fly! That’s my guy!

She wears her mask like make up.

Sho’nuff, she turnt up!

He wears his pain like a trench coat

That’s so dope! A true GOAT!

Their cruelty fits them like a glove.

Like two doves! That’s true love!

Your blinders fit like head wear.

To be fair it", called flair!

We fastened bondage like starched slacks

A small lapse, be more lax!

Our apathy hugs like tight shoes.

If we choose, we can't loose!

If we ignore the warnings,

If they embrace the pain,

If we fail to share our burdens,

Then we are all to blame.

i wear my noose like a necklace

like a cross hanging ’round my neck

or the silver flower on a silver chain that my grandmother passed down to me.

i wear my noose like a necklace

it’s proudly on display because my

depression is what defines me and

even though it’ll be the end of me it’s also

my friend.

it’s that one friend that you don’t realize is an enemy until it’s too late.

it’s the voice that says “you’re allowed to feel sad” and then

keeps telling you that even when you

shouldn’t feel this way.

it’s the hand at your throat

caressing and

always preparing to tighten

slowly

gently

so lovingly you almost wouldn’t realize it.

my noose was handcrafted lovingly and it

thrives off of me and i

thrive off of it.

i wear my noose like a necklace because

when the ground is swept out from under me

it’ll be the only thing holding me up

even if it kills me in the process.

I wear my noose like a necklace.

So yea like obviously I’m reckless.

Can’t fit me in like Tetris.

Ain’t no preacher praying god bless this.

When I finally make it to hell.

I’ll know bliss for the spell.

I sat on the thrown.

In my heavenly dwelling.

The cell of god willing.

No telling.

Just spelling.

Cause I’m choking on the chain you noticed.

Instead of me.

Before knowing to be noticed at all is worth the price of this all just barely. Lice is at the very least hopefully a Social Disease. Loner’s don’t often have the privilege of running into. So got that going for me.

signed ONO One knight only NoNo YOLO thank you for the Goodnights Ferlinghetti CITY LIGHTS BOOKSTORE

Katie might have asked herself, is Lolita the most appropriate book to read on the pediatric psychiatric ward? It didn't matter, because it was confiscated immediately. But when she hijacked the nurses station to get it back, it was midnight, and the guards were tired and on their phones. When one deigned to look up at her, she passed her hand across her throat, the universal gesture for slicing someone's throat. She had to smile too: the noose they had put around her pubescence, it was beautiful; the same literature that decorated her mind was a necklace made for her disease.

I wear my noose like a necklace,

depression hanging limply,

anxiety draping heavily.

LOOK AT MY PAIN!!

LOOK HOW I COPE!!

LOOK HOW I WEAR MY NOOSE LIKE A NECKLACE!

- so pretty, so diseased.

Tell me I’m strong,

tell me I’m so good for holding on.

Tell me you don’t know how you would cope,

as I tie the knot on my noose,

on my pretty little rope.

Choking gently

on your praise.

nobody hurts like me.

That’s what I was like

I think

Begging to be told I’m strong

A reason for feeling all these things

a reason to feel like I belong.

Confirmation from outward sources,

because I can’t soothe myself.

But I’m learning.

I’ll hang my noose, early

not with death,

but on the coat stand,

a safety rope if I need it

to regress

but I’m going to move forward,

leave that life behind.

Self love - a crown of daisy chains

a necklace made of hope

a happier peace of mind

I wear my noose like a necklace,

keep the time to my death like a watch

I count down the days on my calendar

paint my coffin with a Home Depot paint swatch

Destiny is not predetermined,

all its cheating, stealing and lies

Our problems are all insignificant

in the end- everyone dies!

Yet the hangman still sharpens his axes

the executioner puts on a mask

You realize you didn't say thank you

you realize you never called back

But I wear my noose like a necklace

count down the days till I die

my family will know that I love them

When Death decides to stop by

i wear my noose like a necklace,

too scared to hang it up and tie the knot.

people walk by without noticing,

some people tug it tighter

as a joke.

some people say i'm faking

too afraid to commit.

and every time they say it,

i draft a new note

with their name in it,

saying

look at me now, bitch.

i'm brave.

but i never am brave enough.

i'm afraid of commitment,

not ready to commit suicide,

so i just wear my noose around my neck.

maybe one day

someone will stop accusing me of cowardice

and pull the noose tight.

since i'm too scared,

i'd love it if

you'd do it for me.

I wear my noose like a necklace, as if it wasn't there at all, though it's perfectly visible on my chest. I love feeling invisibile in a big town - I could probably grow horns and wings, and the chattering crowds wouldn't notice me until I bumped into someone's hot coffee. Right now I'm walking briskly, looking ahead, with a straight back and arms - confidence will get you everywhere, and right now I hope it'll get me away from the gallows and the angry town folk, suddenly and brutally depraved of the simple entertainment of a public execution. Sorry, everyone, you'll have to make do with pig racing or whatever is popular in this nook of the map. I try to look around as nonchalantly as possible to catch sight of the blue sea between the brick buildings and merchants' carts. I have no idea where my people are - maybe it was them who sabotaged the execution? Maybe the rope was just too rotten? I hope I'll get to ask them soon. Right now, the faster I get to the seaport, the better. I'm still wearing that noose. It's good to be invisible sometimes.

PS: Author here: I’m not a native English speaker, so feel free to point out any mistakes! Thanks :)