I jokingly prophecised my own death
and made you promise to attend the funeral,
you said yes yes yes,
looked me straight in the eyes and
said you would never let me die.
I remember the silence that followed,
and how I stared at you,
wishing you had been there
when I wasn't joking.
YOU ARE READING
Blood Orange Periphery
PoesiaMy suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This coll...
