She saw this moment as the end
The pills were sticky from sweaty palms,
gripped tight in shaking hands
And the numbers,
the milligrams,
ticked slowly upwards,
clearing 5,000 but staying short of 10,000
This was the end,
her end,
orchestrated and carried out alone
This was cold toes curling into ugly carpet that hid years
of shed blood and tears
This was swallowing one last pill and feeling panic bloom
at the realization of the close
The heaviness of her body,
eyes unable to stay open,
head spinning down onto the pillow
This was the end,
this was her end
A young body pulled into nothingness
A young girl,
long dead,
finally letting go of her corpse
She saw this moment as the end
And his eyes flew open,
guts roiling and gasping into a state of being
laid dormant
for far too long
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
AMAZING!
Thank you!
No problem!
beautifully written. it flowed with poignancy right through til the. certainly touched a place in my heart. great poem.
Thank you for the kind words. It really means a lot that my poem resonates.
Very well written, Boaz! Agree with James, it sounds like a story of death and re-incarnation.
Thank you very much for reading my work and leaving such a nice comment. I had never thought of my coming out as being that of reincarnation. But I guess it could be like that, or like a Phoenix situation where I rose from the ashes of my old self.
Absolutely brilliant. And such a touching poem. The idea of coming out being like becoming a new person is definitely something i can understand and to see it written up like this is brilliant!
Thank you so much for this comment.
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