Me.
I wear my skirt backwards simply to make a statement

You.
You do not see the skirt because you don't find them attractive

She.
She thinks we're so absorbed in what is not important

Me.
I made a statement but I was using the wrong language

Hold onto me and I'll disappear
Let go of me and I'll stay for years

Looming over me menacingly
Vividly vicious
The truth
In it's painful honesty
Plain to see
Evidently
The truth of a looming prophecy

Where are you going?
Where will you be?
I need to know the places to avoid
I need some distance to fill this void

Poetry is magic
Suicide is tragic
Dolly Parton's face is plastic
Poetry is magic

the
choices
had
been
laid
out
for
me
all i had to do                          was choose

everyone who lives will die
not everyone who dies
has lived