2/15/2016
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
Edvard Munch

in october i tried to hang myself
in a forest, no metaphor needed,
i thought that i needed to be useful to something,

the soil,
but i would be carted away anyway.
in the locked facility someone carved into my bed

'**** me before i **** myself'
i wished a mountain lion to whisk me
away with incisors