*This is a work-in-progress, of non-fiction. It is memoir due to the fact that I was not conscious. I was in the ICU for 7 days, unconscious, intubated. I should have died. My overdose was fatal. The doctors didn’t know whether or not I’d make it. I couldn’t breathe on my own and IContinue reading “Post Traumatic Suicide Disorder”
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The Lyan’s Dive to Franklin 5
Ink runs dry like tears I’ve cried like memories of Year’s-Passers-By. Love’s bluff cloaked in Lie Borderline’s vines’s leaves all dried. A-Self set aside in Stone, beside the Ink I’ve Cried the Life I’ve Dyed. Love’s Perfume: Cyanide Love’s Eternal Suicide.
Devoid Of A Void
Red reverberations trickle but the Scarlet kinds Stab. Scarlet Eyes something I… will always find. Scarlet Eyes something I… did not design. Clinging to Hope A-lone. Suffering the inverse of Singing. Scarlet eyes cry by Suicide She Dies. Scarlet Eyes Dry. The Child Inside Is Still Alive. She is Devoid Of a Void. She PerceivesContinue reading “Devoid Of A Void”
