Pummel

Don’t bludgeon my stomach, 

While the sun still shines, 

And the flies have only just flown, 

From the leftover rinds of my last meal. 

Before the juices dry, 

I can feel the noose come close, 

The air is yet again hard to swallow, 

Caught like chunks in my throat. 

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