SUICIDE - By Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


Black robes
Red eyes
Groaning hearts
Morning
Mourning
Whispers...
Tufiakwas!

Rain and cold
Box of wood overlaid with gold
Hole
Dirt
Dirge
Hymns hurled heavenward
Flowers
Stone
Name and stories untold.

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Tears
Tears
Tears
Tears
I’m six-feet under...
Thanks to my fears
and my unnumbered fiends.

I'm sorry mama
But I had to end it all
with a single shot.
I know I've erred God-ward
Pray Hell be cooler.



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