Suicide

Zamboni.SilouetteI

Suicide

I sit cross-legged

somebody’s Buddha

staring at my carpet

brown and swirling

it makes faces at me.

I cover my eyes

yet still not blind

November holds a party

outside my window

snaps of lightening

shouting October

isn’t finished yet.

I think about my pills

wondering

would I look good

in navy blue.

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