Days reduce to hours to minutes to seconds.
Each thump of my heart brings me closer to the end.
My final steps deliver me to my last pathetic view, all browns, greys, muted blues; official uniforms and cold faces. It’s almost a relief when the hood goes on and the world goes black; the musty cotton intruding on the institutional antiseptic scent.
Someone is talking but all I can hear is the pounding of blood in my head.
I sense people stepping away and there’s a clunk as the lever is thrown and I begin my drop to oblivion.