Six minutes and forty-two seconds into the first
alternate ending, the soft silk slips from its security.
The bang of her body is heard in 6B,
Though mistaken for child's play.
Hypoxia has turned her nail beds blue
But not cold,
not yet.
Much like the first, the second alternative
Reveals a burden too great for the pink scarf to carry.
This time there is a loud CRRRT!
The tear mirrors a too familiar failing
Jagged edges of silk glare down at her, as if to ask
"Even now?"
On her way to double-joint the vile cloth,
The third take glimpses the girl
With one hand already gripping the closet doorknob.
Seven seconds into the clip,
The microphone picks ups her thudding heart.
(Doosh-doosh...)
A rare ray of light radiates against Genesis 22:10
Etched into the redwood bedpost.
(Doosh-doosh)
Her beating heart, a bleating lamb.
In the bottom of the fourth, the thought of the noose
Is but a passing storm cloud:
A dark and distant dustpuff dissolving overhead.
The blush boa is still just a means
to keep the bangs out of her eyes.
to keep the bangs out of her eyes.
There is no raging void
No split silk
nor knot with which to hang from.
Or not
Hang from.
The fifth finale divulges
A wolf cub born smack-dab
Between a rock and a hard place.
ABOUT: It's Mental Illness Awareness Month. This poem is a reminder that there is always another option than suicide.
Postscript: while I think wolves are beautiful creatures that humans can learn from, I do not believe in "spirit animals" in the Shamanistic sense; just thought I needed to clarify my use of symbols.
ABOUT: It's Mental Illness Awareness Month. This poem is a reminder that there is always another option than suicide.
Postscript: while I think wolves are beautiful creatures that humans can learn from, I do not believe in "spirit animals" in the Shamanistic sense; just thought I needed to clarify my use of symbols.
