An Act Not Yet Complete

just a suicide poem I'm fond of.

A sound never sounds quite the same until it is framed by absolute silence, like this one is.

The clop of my clumsy booted footsteps as I leave the meal hall for the final time

Over red brick

Over rock salt 

Over ice and snow

In time with my breathing, sending cold clouds into the air 

The clink of my keys as I unlock the door, open it and shut it on

This darkened hallway

This empty corridor 

This lonely passageway

Between the stairs and my demise

The clicking of my keys 

As I tell you goodbye 

As I tell you I’m fine

As I lie.

The scraping of metal rings as I pull the curtain closed and hide myself

In this marble tomb

In this white cocoon

In this porcelain cell

The dripping of my blood 

Like so many tears on so many nights before 

As the drops crawl

As the drops race

As the drops slip

down this rusty drain

To the rhythm of my heart, nearly silent, in my chest

The whisper of your final words, half-forgotten, stuck on repeat in my brain

Don’t you dare

Don’t you ever

Don’t you, please