Wednesday Stories: Killing the Hicks

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The air balloons within me,
they are beginning to seize me.
By the neck they lift me,
up up up.

I often want to fly,
out of this hole into the sky.
But this hic-a-upping,
ain't fun, its distracting.

Hick
up

Hick
up

Hick
up
up
up

my legs are still
heavy on to the floor
only the neck,
although barely,
is lifted.

Hick
A divided drift,
up
and then a pull,
Hick
I need to kill them hicks.

Take a needle,
go a puncturing.
But that ain't helping.

Take a knife,
go a slicing.
But then the damage,
beyond repairing.

Gasp,
I guess
I have killed

more than the hicks.

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For the word prompt, HICCUPS.
InMon: Tuning Out
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