Mar 2021
she was
an odd kind
of suicidal
not manic
or depressive,
no—
she lived her days
to the fullest—
hopeful even
that each
would be her last
an odd kind
of suicidal
not manic
or depressive,
no—
she lived her days
to the fullest—
hopeful even
that each
would be her last
for the last two years,
i’ve lived every day
like it’s my last,
hoping that it is
which i realize
is dark
and odd
i’ve lived every day
like it’s my last,
hoping that it is
which i realize
is dark
and odd
