Executions...

My head rolled off the mound of dirt they created for dramatic effect. I thought once the guillotine blade severed the head from body, the blood supply cut off, my brain will stop functioning. Strangely, no. I still felt the nervousness I felt when they tied my feet and hands together. I still felt the panic in my head and racing of my heart. All the emotioms that I felt before they put me to the guillotine.

My palms were all sweaty... I never sweat in my palms. It was a strange feeling. 

My toes were twitching uncontrollably...

And all I could think of was ...how will I caress your skin!?

As the noose closed around to suffocate the windpipe and empty my lungs out of the air...eyes blurring out of vision...

As they all stood laughing at my plight...

Amused how the blood flushed into my head and eyes bulged...and the body hung fighting gravity....

I didn't...rather could not focus on anything but your face...how your eyes stare deep into my soul even if it's through a screen...

I fix my heart on your love and how the last beat will cry out your name.

Hands jerking more out of trying to free from being bound to the electric chair in discomfort...all around, these people glared coldly witnessing the execution with stoicism so profound... all I entertained is the way you sound my name and how the sound rolled on your tongue and exited your dazzling lips...it is the last sensational music I would listen to...for those two minutes...the electrodes shocked my brain so I completely cease from reflecting on you ...