My reaper appears once in a while
In a random place, at a random time
When I'm falling down the pit
To kill me before I even touch the ground.
My reaper looms behind me,
Draws a knife out of a scabbard,
And then, my head fills with pain and
Splat!
Goes the blood as they pull the knife
Out of the back of my head,
Do that a couple of times
And I'm back on my feet.
Or my reaper shoots a bullet
Straight into my head
And out it comes with enough rose petals
To stain my empty gravestone
And that puts me back on my feet.
Or my reaper twists a rope around my neck
And pulls it tight enough to take my breath
And brands my neck with strands of rope
Which can't ever be wiped away with soap
But it's just enough to put me back on my feet.
I know I can keep walking forward,
As long as my reaper can
Kill me with all the comfort
That I need in this world.
And this,
This is enough to put me back on my feet.
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Falling Into The Abyss - a poetry collection by Raja Yasaswini S.
PoetryTW: mental health, some graphic description Note: some content is not suitable for children and people who are easily disturbed. In her debut poetry collection, Raja Yasaswini S. strives to tell a story about mental health, based on her own experien...
