Tag Archives: suicide
In My Worrying, He Slips Away
His face is grey. I see the lack of light there. In the space that used to fill him up with life there is only a hollow. He breathes. He eats and speaks and he exists. His body survives. He … Continue reading
Cyanide
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow eventually comes and you are grey haired and knot-knuckled. You have measured out your last cigarette-stained peachpit and teaspoon and where once you scuttled under a dark oppressive ocean, sideways, hands grapp-grapping at nothing, snapping … Continue reading
Baton
Catch me if you can, my hand outstretched, reaching for you even as you run — we do this relay in remembrance of a partnership we once had. When I falter, you will overtake me, and when I fall, you … Continue reading
The Holes That Make No Sense
Flick through the inner story of me, my tale, my closed self, where if you lick your finger and drag it over my surface, I will page for you (just don’t walk away in the middle of a chapter; the … Continue reading