Sing My Suicide

The loons call in the night,

spreading my heart open.

Scarred feet slide across the tile floor,

slipping away in her nightgown.

Down the newly wet grass gateway,

advancing into the shocking water.

She let herself fall.

Piercing reality into her veins,

until it calmed her warm heart.

 

 

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