Tag Archives: suicide
Plague Ship
Drowning, struggling. I come up just for enough air to shout for help, but no one can hear me. I never made it above the surface, and what I take in is a long, heaving gasp of cold, of salt. … Continue reading
Under the Tracks
Poppies in the rear view mirror. I look back, and I imagine what I remember. Red blossoms across a white shirt, a white throat. Flanders Fields, for an army of angels who had no wings and no idea but plenty … Continue reading
I Imagine Some Day
I imagine some day you will believe me when I tell you my paper skin can take no more of your tears. Someday when you wipe your eyes on me and your crying is over and I am thick with … Continue reading
After I Drowned
When I came back up I was dead. I’m still dead. I’m not here. My eyes are water blue, and my lungs are full of salt. I want to burn something into my skin to prove I exist. I want … Continue reading