i will sketch myself a gun
and load it
with toxic lead scrawled neatly, letters looping like a noose,
with scratches on chalkboards, like footprints on the moon
and scars on my wrist.
i will give these words the power to ****
and with one last remaining breath
i'll place it against the fire, beating in my temples
and words and letters and music
will flow,
into me and out of me
an endless whisper
of poems
surging through my veins.
and all will at last be dark.
-j.s
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
i will sketch myself a gun
and load it
with toxic lead scrawled neatly, letters looping like a noose,
with scratches on chalkboards, like footprints on the moon
and scars on my wrist.
i will give these words the power to ****
and with one last remaining breath
i'll place it against the fire, beating in my temples
and words and letters and music
will flow,
into me and out of me
an endless whisper
of poems
surging through my veins.
and all will at last be dark.
-j.s
