They値l find me floating, dead.
Rich brown hair gently swirling,
Cushioning my heavy head.
They値l look at the beautiful red lines
Cut precisely, delicately, into my vanished life.
They値l sigh and wonder why.
They値l be dressed in black
And scribble notes on a stark clipboard.
They won稚 want to touch the water
Mixed with blood
But they might take a Polaroid.
They値l recoil in shock and fascination.
They will feel my emotions
Assaulting the four tiled walls.
They will find me floating, dead.
Author notes
My intent here was to describe the scene of my suicide after my death.
A contest entry
- dark writes (just...make me feel something) by my--i u--k i.
542 points, ended January 28, 2008, 24 entries
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Suicide
Such an easy topic to write on when one is looking for pity. The stumbling block mnay be the dope, or dopey part of the thought
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