Whisk Me Off Into The Dark

There’s no hierarchy in pain.

Suicide is said to be…

– selfish

– cowardly

– weak

I am a battered woman

longing for the source of the sacrilege

That the numbness erased.

Envy the dead

As you strut

Through the forest

And over the ravine.

I pray that you find what you seek.

Albeit I know I didn’t satisfy.

Pain is mitigated through daily distractions

Tossed through the breach as labile sexual deviance.

Please exorcise me…


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