
About to die,
don’t cry for me.
I thought I was sacrificing all
to become a titan
but I was losing all
that made me a titan.
My slit wrists gape open
like sleepy eyelids
My blood decorating the
room for early Christmas.
I laugh in the face of death
Let my white teeth sparkle
as I lie in the casket
like dry bones
.
.
.
I am reborn.
Brutal.
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Nice writing, but can’t help but add that there is nothing beautiful about suicide. Hope is always the right choice. Blessings on your work!
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Thanks.
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