The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)
2023-10-14
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
TW: Suicide
I feel my chest heave as I walk through the kitchen.
Heavy breath, warm and wet.
My pace deliberate, pronounced.
Cold steel grazes my neck, awakening memories.
Life is serenely complicated.
Some people try to stand out,
and by doing so hope to fit in
with others who do the same.
Me, I never wanted to stand out,
to be different, but I am.
I guess we all are, in our own way,
different that is.
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