2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[just mercedes]

Trying for the kingdom (after listening to Heroin, Velvet Underground)


I’m waiting for those last exquisite pains,
my breathing stilled, no beating from my heart
and all my thoughts erased. I fill my veins
with teachings from the poppy’s moral art.

My memories begin within a breach
of love and trust. All down my empty years,
betrayals, broken promises. I reach
an ancient kingdom through these hollow spears.

The scars crawl up my arms and down my legs
and each injection leaves an ugly mark.
I scrape the bags and filters, shoot the dregs
and make this world recede into the dark

‘til consciousness goes swirling down the drain;
to sleep, to dream, and never wake again.