if i jump off a twenty feet building would you gather around the crime scene? would my bones finally stick out like the pretty girls in magazines? would my face contort into a smile brighter than i've ever smiled when i was living? would you still tell me that i'm the most beautiful girl you've ever laid your eyes on as i lay disfigured on faded cement with blood pooling around my dying body?
if i stare at building railways and bridges thinking about death as if it's as poetic as falling in love would you notice? would you wrap your hands around my fading soul and tell me to stay? (stay.) would you miss me when the water pulls me in and suffocates me? would you still tell me "i love you baby" when you see me dead, unmoving, unbreathing, floating on the coast of the rivers unkept?
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poetry"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
