[Incomplete, inspired by/Retelling of biblical story of Joseph]
The rope around my neck won’t kill me, but the nasty scar it’ll leave could ruin me.
With what little slack I have, I lift my bound hands to ease it away for some relief.
I need to focus on surviving. The future isn’t set in stone yet.
The coarse threads bite my palms as I gently tug the rope. Red blisters had formed, popped, and...