Death's Arms

It hurt.

Knowing I was so done with life.

Just wanting out.

“I’ll be back.” I told my father.

As I made my way outside,

I couldn’t help but feel bad he didn’t know

I was puffing on something that kills my lungs.

Knowing my secret was my own.

It made everything better.

I couldn’t help but need more,

Want more death.

On the road,

I knew it wasn’t much further.

Soon enough, I would be there.

Cradled in death’s arms, once and for all.

Reviews

[Alice Locke]

This is sad... I like it.