1.
cool hand of the knife
greeted my by the wrist.
2.
The taut,
luring lips of the rope
burned hickies on my neck.
3.
The warm,
sensual whispers of poison
invited me in for a drink.
4.
The lone,
cold eye of the bullet
found shelter in my face.
5.
The big,
loud mouth of the cliff
dared me to jump.
7 comments:
Great, these daily poems have driven Edward to write about suicide. I like the parallelism throughout and how each stanza romanticizes the thoughts of suicide. The rope and poison are my favorites.
Does the apostrophe in the title denote suicide possesses people?
Sure! Why not! Actually, this poem is inspired by Langston Hughes' "Suicide's Note": the apostrophe is his doing, but I'll take credit for the possession idea!
I feel like it'll be better for me to take some time off from writing. So, this will be my last post until I feel inspired to write again. I still intend to read and comment on everyone's work routinely, so I'll stay active here regardless.
Let me be the first to say that your voice will be missed, but sometimes a break is needed. I look forward to reading your work again when you feel up to it.
Edward,
I'm bummed out. I hope that our little experiment didn't slay your muse. What an appropriate post to be your last though. Damn it.
Not at all, Chris. Just need a little time away. You know, there's approximately 250 poems on this blog, written over the span of 4 months. That's a lot of writing, no?
I'll miss you Edward. Come back soon... you inspire me!
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