suicide (i)

Death calls me again

drifting in this room like

the serpent he says he is

calling me to leave the body

and drift with the spirit

or so he implores…

 

death knocks swiftly and quick

without much of a kick

takes the heart and rips the brain

shatter the intestines…

outta breath and numb

screaming silently into a pillow

she calls and she coos

but it’s death that truly woos…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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