Sunday, November 25, 2012

Suicide Series, Part IV

As I cut deeply
Through the pizza
The knife gets caught
On the crust
And I scream knowing
I’ve gone over the edge
And don’t know when
I’ll stop falling.

The death I felt my own was to you
But a hand on the knife. The thrust
Fulfilled in your own wordless passing.
I wondered when it would end
Then realized you already had.
I pray honesty will come more easily
To shocked lips.

My words don’t have time
To hang in mid air before
My eyes kick tears and mouth
Gasps for the air, clenching
The counter’s edge in death grip,
For relief from the pain—
Like a bang through the head—
The overdosing, numb sensation
Of losing you.

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