The End

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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  • kevin browne

    beautifully written. it flowed with poignancy right through til the. certainly touched a place in my heart. great poem.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you for the kind words. It really means a lot that my poem resonates.

    • FredPeyer

      Very well written, Boaz! Agree with James, it sounds like a story of death and re-incarnation.

      • queer-with-a-pen

        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.

      • QuietPoetInTheCorner

        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!

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