What if the pills
Seem to intoxicate
The knife?
What if I say yes
Restless
For your offer?
The coils on the burner
Enter this body
Like a snake
My words twist
A burnt tattoo
Inside
I am praised
For my pain
Talent
I offer peace
In solace and
Silence
A misunderstanding
That mine means
Anything more…
Than a candlelight vigil
A Friendship
Of semi colons
We fight with
Phenomenology
Against reality
I can’t die for a
Whisper or
Tap out
My suicide, is written
On the publishers
Bank note
Your solace is
Silence, chiseled
And grave.
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