Poetic Irony

A tear damp noose was around her neck as she stood high on an old unsteady chair. She took a moment to consider the situations that led to this moment then took the leap, kicking the chair out from under herself. The loud thud of the chair on the wooden floor sparked her dogs interest as he dashed into the room. Her throat was closing up as she didn’t gasp for air, her eyes held tightly shut, awaiting her death until she heard the sound of breathing in the room with her. She opened her eyes to see her dog, looking up to her hurt. She began to try to breathe, to catch a piece of life again. She pulled at the rope with her hands feeling the rope burn her neck as she frantically kicked and pulled. Cries of fear and horror of what she had just been doing tried to reveal themselves, but got caught only causing more suffering in her strangulation. Finally getting the noose semi loose she took a quick breath, and smiled at her playful pup as he leapt up on her skirt, his claws getting caught in the fabric caused him to yank at her body. “Get down,” she screamed in utter horror, feeling the noose slowly closing around her neck with every tug. At her command the dog quickly dove to the ground, still with her skirt in his paw. A loud snap was heard, as the dog lay under her feet. He looked up at her head hanging oddly against her right shoulder, stuck in a face of fear, her mouth and eyes hanging open wide. Her body hung motionless except for the slow sway from side to side with her feet pointed downward, much like that of a ballerina.