passive suicide
the search engine tells me
that there is no quick or easy way to kill yourself,
and i read about passive suicide,
nursing home patients refusing food or water
in hopes that their bodies shut down on their own.
it takes up to forty days to starve to death,
but it feels as though i have been starving my entire life
and i am still here.
the way my tears dry on my phone screen,
a salty film to be scratched away,
is the same as the way you comfort me.
it's like frost blanketing the ground on an autumn morning,
sparkling, magical, beautiful to all senses but the
touch.
we have spent our lives slowly dying.
we are all tear drops that evaporate in the nighttime,
leaving behind salt, red eyes, a headache, and
a search engine with an article about
nursing home patients refusing food or water
in hopes that their bodies shut down on their own.
when i close my eyes on an empty stomach,
drink until i vomit and collapse into sleep,
let my eyelids fall at night without tucking the sunset
into bed, i am dying
passively
in my sheets.
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