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Dead Man's Switch Silvern The weight in his hand, A stone was always held. A promise not broken, But settled down. He never looked down. The pressure constant, A silent agreement With the coming dark. If the grip should loosen, If the last breath withdrew, The mechanism waits. A coiled, bitter spring. Whet secrets ride that wire? What truth is tethered there? Not glory, not salvation, Just a consequence unbound. I watch the stillness now. The unmoving fingers, And wonder if the release will be a gentle rain. Or a sudden shattering sound, A consequence I can't stop, Because his final choice was never to let go. Lines: 22 Prompt Thursday 12 Prompt: Dead Man's Switch "The Daily Poem "  |