Thursday, October 31, 2013

It was

"its not that bad."

they told her

she couldnt bring herself to it
slit her wrists
shes not that dramatic
thats too messy

she began to drown
she began to choke
she began to end

they stood over her

He grabbed the wind
praying maybe
just maybe

me might learn to fly
like they told him he couldnt

with closed eyes he embraced
no longer alien to a world that that said to him

its not that bad

they found him

©Christopher F. Brown 2013


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