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.