The Cord

 

 

The Cord

By Melchor F. Cichon

April 25,2010

For a week,

Floyd had been looking

At the cord hanging

On the wall of their house.

“This cord would set me free”, he thought,

“From the cell

Built five years ago by my step-mother.”

“Stay at home”, she said,

“And stay away

From your friends

Whose lives are wrapped

With Tanduay

And Ecstasy.”

So one day

When he was all alone in their house,

He got that hanging cord

And hanged

Himself on their ceiling.

When he felt

He was gasping for air,

He got the knife

From his pocket

And cut off the cord.