o trembling hands
will you stay perched
by my side as flesh-licking
family whisks by the window
please god
let this rumbling car
exhaust cup my mouth
i don't want to sob
these trees are melting
into images of her carcass
contorting like a wave
while the wind swallows
ashes of her piercing eyes
once so alive and so awake
YOU ARE READING
you left - sad poems
Poetryhow are you still suffocating me? you're dead. you killed yourself. [ this is a story about me experiencing the suicide of someone close to me ] (lowercase lettering is intended)
