Miss Suicide

A bleeding heart,

beating, drumming 

dancing to the flow.

And I try to hide, 

with a silent scream.

And I try to run,

with a broken mind.

You are the hurt,

the noose 'round my neck.

You are the knife,

the scar that never heals.

And I fantasize, 

One last time.

No words to utter,

Six deep under...

My minds made up.

There's no other choice,

and I choose to be free.

For once, not using my voice.

I really do try, but I am afraid

to ruin your life and mine...

Reviews

[Christina J. Barker]

The author exhibits an outstanding mastery of language, skillfully merging narrative techniques with deep thematic exploration. The integration of symbolism and imagery not only enriches the story but also encourages readers to explore its underlying meanings. The pacing is finely tuned, creating a narrative that builds tension effectively, while the character development remains complex and convincing.