There's something breathless
in knowing that before you
feel the crush of asphalt on
your face, your heart will have
allready stopped.
(Were you afraid, then?
was there some part of you
that knew it couldn't be mended
by freefall?)
All I can do is to
let them know that your blood,
loving as it was
of sunflowers and kayaks and
the mauve that lingers at the edges of sunset,
was pure and relentless.
It still is;
never mind that you threw it away.
Author notes
l a u r e l
prompt: suicide
A contest entry
- catharsis;; round four. [world issues.] by heavenbird.
2250 points, ended November 1, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any comments are appreciated.
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Ouch.
This was painful to read, but in a really good way. There are so many good entries this round, haha, I don't stand a chance
What was your prompt? [is too lazy to go to the contest page and look it up]
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suicide.
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Wow. I really like your format on this one. And your last two lines are fantastic!! And almost just spelt two wrong... and I think spelt is wrong too... or maybe it's just not a word...
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