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the hangman's joke (a prose poem about avatars - part one)

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i lived a life one hundred years ago
and on my scafold
my hangman made a joke...
he said:
"imagine a girl a hundred years from now...
she's 17 and she hates all that there is to be hated in her life
her family, her brain, her face...
she loves death more than she'll ever love life
and there are people she would die for
she writes cheap poetry and cries a lot
and she has a nightmare
she dreams of a hangedman on her brain
opening his eyes and inquiring her
turning her thoughts upside down...
that girl will be you...and you'll be the nightmare too
you'll remember your present death over centuries...forever...you'll keep the feeling...
and when the girl will take her precious little life at 17
draining the blood from her own veins and inhaling that perfect, unbelievable, wild smell
you'll take that memory too with you over the centuries
all the deaths you'll live...you'll be the trail of death"
he laughed hard...ground ran from under my feet...
i breathed heavily for the last time as i hang
i died...
the girl woke up...she had had that weird dream again
and it left her smelling death so strongly...
hate and anger went to her throat and stoped her from breathing correctly...
she remembered death...it was so beautiful compared to life...
she so desperately wanted to die...
she took the razor and made two deep cuts in the back of her wrists
her veins were open, she smelled blood and felt happy
and the smell of blood was the last thing she knew before passing out
into the darkness
the hangman laughed hard...he laughed again...
but not for the last time.