Tell Me (Complete Nonsense)

I’m interested in the oddities of executions:

Marie Antoinette ascended the scaffold in two-inch heels.
I suppose it was raining. I suppose no one even put a hand to the small of her back.

Charles I doubled-up on cotton shirts to hide his shivering.
They pulled his head off the pole, sewed it back on for mourners, tore it off again later.

What is a guillotine if not for a clean break?

I might push anyone away with the distance of laughter. We might hold hands but it doesn’t mean we’re touching. A mouthful of breadcrumbs, a spineful of ticking clocks.

So what if it’s later than we think.

Do you drink from that mug?

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(For those who know more interesting facts about executions, do send them. I’m collecting them, and I appreciate the additions.)