“I remember” (a poem)
2019-01-12
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.
Timing is everything (thoughts)
2012-02-02
Tonight, my spouse and I watched
another episode of Early Edition,
season two, entitled
“Angels and Devils”.
“Someday, I’m gonna be…”
2008-01-06
My anger always turned to crying,
and my desperation turned to asking God one more time…