![]() Halloween Weekend Before You Were AloneA Poem by Annette Jay SweeneyThey trained me you know. I even trained others on the same things. You followed the trend, but I thought I saved you.
My ears pricked, like syringes not like a cat’s, as your told me about the monkeys jumping on your back. The skeletons in your closet of shame, who never even knew your name, but danced around with hangers empty for two.
Your shoulders crept down towards your breasts, as if they would find your mother there, not far away. I could hear a cricket lodged in your throat, not chirping, but creaking, like a broken step.
When I saw you next these things had a scarf caressing them, but not romantic. They weren’t hickeys.
You held yourself as had before something crept inside of you. Before that hangnail became infected.
But even in the cool water that splashed over me, far too much like a womb’s caress, I saw something akin to peace in your eyes and knew it was over.
That was the last sign, the most important one.
I wished it away with all the power of a fly smashing into a window to get outside. © 2012 Annette Jay SweeneyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 26, 2012 Tags: suicide, depression, trevor project Author![]() Annette Jay SweeneyIDAboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..Writing
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